Takin' It Kinda Easy
Well, nothin all that excitin is goin on out on the ranch. Michael and I hauled some cows and calves by trailer to a pasture 8 miles away on Sunday. The grass has been green from all the great rains that weve received. If yer from the city ya may not know that that means loose, watery manure. Now, ya may not have wanted ta know that, but it figgers in the story. Bein Sunday, I was takin it kinda easy and didnt figger on much work, so I wore a white shirt. As the last calf jumped from the back of the trailer, Yeah, you guessed it, he sort of sprung forward driving a hoof full of that loose green stuff right at me. Anyways, my shirt isnt white anymore.
The day was quiet and just a little warm compared to the unusually cool days weve been having. The rest of the cows were all hid out in the shade of the crick, so we didnt figure on lookin em up. But, as we popped over a big hill we spied the old herd bull standing by himself by the edge of a pond. So, we headed over to check im out. Good thing we did. When we walked up on im he looked gaunt and as he began to move it was apparent that he had hurt a hip or muscle in his rear quarter. That didnt stop im from takin a swim in the pond. Guess I could have gone in after him. I needed ta wash my shirt anyhow, but dang it! I was still clingin to the idée that I wasnt really doin any work today, and well, even though Id be swimmin jumpin in that pond appeared ta be more work than Id planned for.
He stood there lookin at us and we looked at him till I finally picked up a big rock and flung it in his direction. Splash! Guess he didnt like the splash, cuz he turned and headed for shore. We ended up walking him to the pens a little less than half a mile away.
By the time we got there he was plumb tuckered out. We got him headed up into the trailer, but that back leg jest didnt want to work jest right and there we stood with this big bull half in and half out and he wasnt goin any farther.
We pushed. We cussed. We twisted his tail. He didnt seem ta notice any of it. Finally we tied a rope on one side of the trailer and around his back side. Michael stepped up to the front of the trailer with rope in hand and began to pull. Hes a strong young fella, and with me shovin on the rear end of that bull he staggered uneasily into the trailer.
Well, now hes been home a few days and weve been babying him and he seems to be improving. Hes getting old. Hes been a great animal but the ways of ranching dictate a few unpleasant happenings. White shirts with ugly green splotches is a minor thing. One thing that maybe isn't quite so minor is that older animals either die on the place and you loose the money that can help keep things going or you sell em. It's too bad but, I reckon hell see the sale ring one of these days.