Conspiracy

You ever have one of those days?  We have lately at the Crazy M.  I swear the animals are in a conspiracy against us.  I told y'all about the new breed bull being two miles from the house the other evening.  Well, Saturday we spent the day in our most favorite town watching a bull futurity and seeing friends.  We got home about 6:30 tired and ready for an early bedtime.  Right around dusk, Diesel started raising cane.  I looked out the front and saw Eyebrows in Mojo's pasture.  Mojo is the cripple, broke leg bull.  He did not need to be in a fight.  They were pawing the ground and head buttin' each other.  The fight was fixin' to be on.  So the husband and I threw on our boots and ran outside.  We managed to get Eyebrows out of the pasture and in the arena.  BUT he needed to move him from the arena into his pen. (He had busted the chain and clip on the gate between his pen and the arena!)

By this time, he is one angry bull.  He chased me up a fence.  The husband was yelling at me to "climb!"  Believe me, I was.  He wasn't bluffing.  Then that left the husband in the middle of the arena with nothing to hide behind or climb up.  I yelled at him asking where he was going to go.  He said he didn't know!  Luckily, Eyebrows ran back to the fence near Mojo.  I ran to the barn, got my whip and the husband the hotshot.    Then I let Stubby out in the arena to get Eyebrows.  Eyebrows won't mess with Stubby.  I was finally able to sook Stubby back into the pen and Eyebrows followed.

Just when I thought we were good, Stubby decided he didn't want to stay in his pen anymore.  He started making laps, heading straight for the gate every time.  He wanted to jump the gate so bad.  We were on the other side of the gate, yelling at him to "STOP!"  Of course it was dark by this time.  We couldn't leave them in their regular pen now.  They were all wound up.  So we needed to move them behind the barn in a small pen.  Fortunately, they didn't give us any grief gettin' them in there.

Then I was worried about my dad's horse being in the pen next to them.  I didn't want them to try jumping out and getting in there with her.  So I had to move her in the barn into a stall.  We finally managed to get everyone situated.  Needless to say, we didn't get to bed early!  Diesel got treats though!

The next morning, I let Harley out.  He started barking at the back.  I looked out the door and didn't see anything but Miss Kitty.  Harley never barks at the cat?  Then I saw her, brindle heifer walking down the drive towards the barn.  Seriously!  What is going on around here!  I slipped my shoes on and went out to put her back in the pasture.

I came back in the house and decided I needed to bake some cookies.  That would make me feel better.  I whipped up a batch of dough, went to throw them in the oven and what's this?  Why is the oven cold?  Ummm, yea, no propane!!  So much for baking cookies or cookin' Easter lunch!  I started eating the cookie dough to drown my sorrows until the husband took it away from me.

The husband decided we needed to attempt to catch the cows and breed bull at the house.  Really?  Have you noticed the issues we've been having?  Do you really want to temp fate at this moment?  Yes, he did.  So we caught a few heifers that needed to be moved over to Mojo's pasture.  Also loaded up Roscoe to take to the sale barn.  We managed to stop for a chimichanga at the gas station for our lunch on the way to the sale barn.

After we dropped Roscoe off, we headed to the lease to check the cows there.  We had a few more babies.  Woohoo!  No major issues, thank goodness!  Stay tuned for the baby pictures.  And guess what, Itty Bitty has a brother and he looks just like her!!