100 Day Six Pack Challenge – Day 23
Know why it wasn’t as bad as yesterday? Because there were no squats today. Period, dot, bingo.
More branding today. Will it ever end? It was one of those days where everything that can go wrong went wrong. It was windy, which made the cows cranky, which made my mother cranky, and believe me you don’t want to see her cranky. About the only one that wasn’t cranky was me, because I was happy to be doing anything but squatting. Yes I was.
Anyway, everyone was grouchy. Fences were jumped over, crawled through, broken down. Manure, blood and saliva were splattered around liberally (some of it even belonged to the cows.) The dog that never, ever barks decided that today for the first time in his nine year life he would bark at exactly the second the 200 pound calf I was standing behind was in optimal kicking range. Thank you, non-barking doggie. Thank you so much.
Calves got out, ran away. Cows got out, ran away. We got them back. They ran somewhere else. Many times. The wind still blew. The dog still barked. The gates opened by themselves. More cows got out.
Finally, after five hours of struggle we were done. We branded a grand total of… (drum roll please) FIFTEEN calves! Yes, FIFTEEN. Only 75 more to go. We should be done by, oh, October.
Then when I finally got back to the house the other dog (who had enough sense to go to the house after the first five minutes of the debacle) came strolling casually out the wide open front door. I have no idea why or how the door was open, or what the dog did in here all day. That’s just the kind of day it was. But on the bright side, there was no squatting.