We tried gatherin' cows and calves today. It was goin' slicker en snot this morning. Everything went into the pen right off the bat. Ran to get a spare trailer. Loaded some of the calves in the first trailer. Then decided we needed to get some of the cows outta the way. Loaded a few on the back of trailer number one.
Then pulled trailer number two up. Put more cows on the front of it. Then tried getting the rest of the calves. Well, that's when it got a little "western"! When it's just me and the husband, we can't be in all the spots needed. So a black bull calf decided he was part gazelle and jumped the panel. Out he went. No way to get him back.
We weren't gonna worry 'bout it though. Continued working on gettin' the others loaded. But then it came to Mad Dog (I named him that because of the way he stares me down all the time). You remember him....
I swear he hates me. He realized he no longer wanted to be in the pen. As I was on the outside of the pen, he runs full on straight towards me and BUSTS thru the panels! Holy Moly!
We managed to get everything else loaded. Took one trailer load home. Went back with the mommas to the two renegades. Found the black bull. Got dark before we found Mad Dog. Hopin' after we left, he finally came out from hiding.
Picked up the last load of cattle and headed home. Made it twelve miles from the house and had a blow out! GAH! Nothing worse than trying to change a tire on a trailer load of cattle in the dark. We did have a guy stop and shine his headlights on us to help. We so appreciated him.
Managed to make it home and unload with no issues. Thank goodness!