My kids did not have school last Monday because it was Presidents Day. It was a beautiful day and they all went to work. In fact, it was warm enough that I even went and took some pictures of them. I am a fair weather wannabe photographer.
Justin decided it was time to move some cows to the dry pen. See when a cow is pregnant she goes on vacation. She is moved from a pen of cows that get milked 2-3 times per day to a pen where she eats and sleeps. Before she is moved to the vacation pen, called the dry pen, she is “dried”. Drying a cow is exactly what it sounds like. She no longer produces milk and she prepares for the birth of her baby.
Cows are creatures of habit and they are always nervous to go somewhere new. The boys are trying to let these cows out of their normal pen so they can go to their new “dry” pen. Nobody wants to go first.
One cow takes a leap of faith and they all start coming. At first they try to figure out what is going on. They smell the ground and wander around in circles. It reminds me a little bit of the first day of school!
Once the cows get moving they really “get moving”. This is when everybody kicks it into high gear. That’s right, Justin gets on his four wheeler and the boys start running! Ahh, the perks of being the Dad. I was snapping pictures when all of a sudden the cows started going everywhere. I tried to be helpful and started running, chasing and yelling. Since I wasn’t even sure exactly which way we were taking them, I’m not sure I was any help. Oh well, I got a little exercise in anyway.
Some of the cows go the wrong way and need to be helped to the pen.
My baby had to stand in one of the holes and make a human fence. The strategy is to make yourself as big as possible. Can you imagine how small he might feel next to those big cows. Especially if one, or more, was running straight towards him!
The boys were supposed to stand here and not let any of the cows escape while someone else went and opened the gate to let the cows in. How I wish I was a fly on the fence listening to their conversation.
Did you notice that my baby is wearing two different boots again? Apparently one boot is perfect for puddles and one is not.
It’s finally lunch time, we are off to eat Meaty Baked Ziti! Last but not least, the boys fight over who gets to drive the ranger back to the house. That is, until grandpa comes and kicks them all out! Hey, it was his horse in the first place!
Do all of you parents out there ever feel like a cow chaser? I do! I am constantly trying to make fences for my kids. Not human fences but spiritual, behavioral, scholastic or emotional fences. Just like making fences for these cows helps them to safely get to their destination, parents make fences to help their children safely arrive at a good place. Every time we chase cows we end up running more than we thought, and definitely more than we wanted to. Somehow though, we always get them to their pen. That’s pretty much how I feel every day. I always end up with an unexpected runaway of some kind. I hope if I keep chasing and training my children that someday they “will not depart from it”. As for now, we all end up in our beds safe and sound every night!
Happy cow and kid chasing!