• Thursday, May 29, 2008 - Escape
It's never the day that you have nothing planned that the animals escape. No, it's always the day that you have to be somewhere at 9:00 am and you spent 30 minutes drinking coffee and reading cookbooks instead of heading to the barn for an early start on chores. Yes, that is how my morning started. Instead of heading to the barn for milking at 6:30 I headed out at 7:00. On the way our little wiener dog, Sally, went a little crazy and headed toward my in-laws house instead of the barn. We looked to see T-Bone standing in front of Grandad and Meme's garage like he was waiting for it to open up. Of course when he saw us, he knew he was guilty and looked for the nearest patch of Johnson grass in which to hide. It worked because the grass was tall enough to hide all of him but his switching tail. Miss A and I herded him back into his pasture only to have him do a quick side step and run back to the grassy patch. "Oh well," I said. We headed to the barn for the chores as it was obviously going to take some time and effort to fix the fence and such. I had Mr. C run and get the phone while Miss A and I did the barn chores. We called Grandad and he came home from work. While we were waiting on Grandad, T-Bone had quite an adventure. He walked over the the kids fort and swing set. He smelled all of it and then checked out the soccer goal. After that he chased Sally around to the front porch where he nearly gave the bunnies a heart attack. He was looking in my breakfast nook from the front porch. I was going to get a photo as it was just so odd to have a steer looking in the breakfast nook, but it is missing in action. About the time Mr. P's uncle drove by and called to see if we knew the steer had escaped. Then Grandad made it home and the adventure was over. After lots of work on Grandad's part, and lots of "o, that is how that works," on my part, Grandad hooked up a smaller charger onto the fence part he had broken through. It is only a temporary fix, but for now T-Bone is once again where he belongs acting like a fine steer. Maybe the feed store will call and say that the big charger is repaired and we can get the entire fence electrified again. Of course, then I wouldn't have any adventures and neither would T-Bone.
Or so I thought...I just realized that while I was typing this, the children have taken to hiding in the air duct return. Well, I guess I will go and embrace the rest of the adventures of the day. I hope your day is filled with a few too. I'd hate to hog them.
Blessings,
Mrs. P |
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