This is BULL SHInanigans! Between planting and harvesting crops, handling heavy machinery, working with family, and caring for animals, Chris always has a story. Therefore, I always have a story. Yesterday morning one of their bulls got loose somehow... it took them ALL day to find him. Imagine a living, breathing 2,000-lb. steak roaming the neighborhood. Not good. These huge, Houdini-like creatures are either super smart or insanely stupid and lucky. I can't decide. If there's ever a broken, uncharged or open fence, they seem to find it. Anytime one (or many) gets loose I get a little anxious. Call me a worrywart, but the thought of my husband chasing giant, unpredictable animals through secluded fields and back roads is not comforting (the ER is like a 20-minute drive). But this anxiety is mild in comparison to the first time I witnessed one of these great escapes. --> Read below for my 'Zsa Zsa Gabor in Green Acres' moment...
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| A herd of our herefords |
FLASHBACK: I can remember waking up one morning (after I had first moved in) to a yard FULL of cows. Cars were stopped in front of my home as drivers angrily honked their horns and screamed at them. I was totally freaked out. I frantically ran around peering out of the windows and screaming as they wandered around the yard vigorously mooing, grazing on the lawn... and leaving many unwanted 'patties' piled behind them. Gross. Thank goodness no one got out of their car to knock on my door... I was mortified. In my panic, I called Chris on the phone immediately, and it went something like this- "Oh em gee! HELP ME! Cows on the loose! HURRY!"...
Holy Zsa Zsa! He and and his cow-herding team assembled and quickly got them back to the pasture. No big deal. Really. Ugh. Now, as a 'seasoned' farmer's wife, I can look back and laugh at myself, but I'm SO SO glad no one witnessed this. There's a first time for everything I guess. It was definitely television (reality) show quality...
SING IT, Y'ALL!
Green acres is the place for me.
Farm livin' is the life for me.
Land spreadin' out so far and wide.
Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside.
New York is where I'd rather stay.
I get allergic smelling hay. I just adore a penthouse view.
Dah-ling I love you but give me Park Avenue.
...The chores.
...The stores.
...Fresh air.
...Times Square.
You are my wife. Good bye, city life. Green Acres we are there!
i love this story. i love your cows. it looks like they are looking at you in this picture saying "yeah? what of it? huh? don't look at me."
ReplyDeleteSo cute! I remember when that happened, haha.
ReplyDeleteLMAO!!! You had Jeff & I rolling. I would be totally freaked out.
ReplyDeleteHey! My dad tried leaving this comment...but you have your anonymous commenter feature disabled. Anywho, here it is...
ReplyDeleteYour dad had the a similar experience when he was about 5, we were at the cottage in Canada and Ray Forbes ( the farmer who owned the property, that had the road, we went down to get the cottage) had some of his cows get loose and when we woke up they were looking in the windows and eating grass all around the cottage, pretty funny for a couple of kids from Hamburg, NY.
Love Uncle Eric
PS: love your story