It’s a Farm Wife’s luck. We have been in a drought for over three months now. Friday it started drizzling, and yesterday it finally decided to rain full out. And of course, today was the day that Bossy decided to have a calf. She’s beautiful, and both Mama and calf are healthy. The Farm Humans? Not so much. We just walked back into the house, drenched to the skin.
Although it’s still relatively warm, rain isn’t the best for a new calf. As is our custom, we go and get the calf, load it in the truck, and haul it to the barn, with Mama following close behind, bellowing for her baby. This time, we got the first part right. Only, Bossy didn’t want to follow. No problem, we decided; we’ll get her up there with a bucket of Range Cubes.
We loaded the calf in the back of the truck. I got the fun chore of riding in the back with her, trying my best to hold on. The bed of the truck was soaking wet with its own share of puddles. Of course, I had to sit right in the middle of one. A scared calf, combined with puddles and a full out rain isn’t a fun way to spend an evening. I was coated with Mama’s slobber, afterbirth and rain. But we do what we have to do.
It only took a few minutes to get the calf safely in the barn, and dried off. Now the fun part. Convincing Bossy to join her. Randy ended up walking back across the pasture (and you do know it was the furthest point from the gate), with his bucket of Range Cubes that were quickly getting soggy. Naturally, the other cows wanted in on the extras, in spite of the fact that they had just pigged out at the trough. We managed to get Bossy right up to the gate and half way through, before she turned and headed at a fast run back to the last spot she had seen her calf.
Another bucket of Range Cubes, and this time I took another short bucket of feed to the troughs, in hopes of keeping the other cows away from Randy. I really think Hoover could take vacuum cleaner design lessons from our cows. Thirty seconds and the troughs were polished clean, and they were headed back to Randy, hoping for another handout. At this point, we didn’t care, as long as Bossy would follow.
As the gate keeper, I shrugged my shoulders, and went ahead and opened it up wide. If the other cows came, so be it. We could always herd them back in. After a couple of close calls, Randy finally managed to get Bossy in the barn, and only Annabelle escaped through the open gate. All it took was one shake of the bucket and she went right back into the pasture.
Thoroughly drenched, I headed back in the house to put the Chicken Pasta casserole in the oven. I had it on the table to thaw out, and pushed it all the way to the back so the dogs couldn’t reach it. Seems like I should have thought again. I came in to a perfectly polished casserole dish, and not a piece of chicken or rotini to be found nor was the dish broken. I guess Bonnie is smarter and taller on two hind legs than we thought. And I have also learned that people food is a bit too rich for her stomach. Thank goodness I saw that before I stepped in it.
Fortunately, this recipe makes three small casseroles, so I was able to take another one out of the freezer. This one went straight into the oven – this Farm Wife learns her lesson the first time. Now, if I can just learn to put the cow in the barn before she has a calf, then maybe I can enjoy a rainy day inside, where I can stay dry.