Alright, so if this blog was a plant, it would surely have kicked the bucket by now. Unless it was a cactus, then it would have flourished, but that doesn't really make sense in this analogy, so never mind that I brought a cactus into this conversation.
Chiz and I haven't been on any really exciting adventures lately. We've just been working to get all the hay up, and I use the term we really really loosely. All I really do is go over and bale the hay, that doesn't take much work really. I get to just sit in the tractor and sing along to the radio really really loud and no one complains at me. Although earlier in the summer I had my dog Burt in the tractor with me and I swear after about 15 minutes of my singing, he started giving me dirty looks. Doubt all you want, but that dog can really give somebody the stink eye! So I gave him a break from my singing and kicked him out of the tractor.
That'll teach him to give me the stink eye! No, I'm not really that mean, I let him back in after about 10 minutes, I got lonely in there all by myself.
This Labor Day weekend,
Chiz and I had a scheduled ride day on our cow permit. We thought it'd be fun for our 10 year old nephew Jimmy to come along. We got him all set up with a saddle that had stirrups short enough for him (I'm shocked at how little it takes to amuse that kid!) and we set off. We had to gather some cows and move them to a different area, so we sent Jimmy down the middle of an area following some cows.
Chiz and I worked the sides of the area and sent cows into where Jimmy was. Well as I was riding along my merry little way, all of the sudden something caught my eye that didn't' look quite right. And it wasn't right. There, right in the middle of a group of cows and their babies, was a dang sheep! She was quite at home too, let me tell ya, I tried to cut her out of the group and she wasn't going anywhere. I swear I saw her stick her tongue out at me a few times. So I just brought her along with the cows and I figured
Chiz would know what to do with her. He is usually the brains of the outfit in the mountain, but that's only because I'm totally, completely and utterly lost when it comes to that mountain. I really have no idea where I'm going.
Back to the sheep. When
Chiz saw her, I thought that he was yelling that we were going the wrong way, because that's what he usually yells to me when we're one the mountain. Later I learned that he was just really excited. Well he rides through the middle of the cows and scatters them from Hell to Breakfast and then disappeared into the trees going after that dang sheep. Jimmy and I did the best we could to gather and get the cows moving again. After a few minutes of peace and quiet, here
Chiz comes again after that sheep. All of the sudden, off he jumps and tries to land on that ewe. Didn't work out so great for him, but I truly believe that's because we were watching him. Better give him the benefit of the doubt, he might read this! Then he disappears again into the trees. Jimmy and I regroup, again, and get them going again. (Let me just say that for a 10 year old who hasn't done much riding or herding, my little Jimmy did awesome and I'm so proud of him!)
When
Chiz finally comes around again, he tells me that he's got that old ewe tied up in some trees with the rein off his horse. He's now using the lead rope off of Jimmy's horse as a rein. We decided to take the horses back to the trailer and unhook the truck, get the ewe in the back of the truck and then be on our merry way. Yeah like it was going to be just that easy. It took us forever to drag that ewe up to the truck! But finally we get her up there and into the truck and then into the trailer and go home and get her turned out with some other sheep.
Skip to Monday, because nothing else went on on Sunday and my story continues on Monday that's why!
Chiz and Jimmy are hauling hay in a field next to the sheep. They look over and see that old ewe and are really proud of themselves for getting her home in one piece. 30 minutes later, they look over at her again, she's kicked the bucket. Yep, after all of that dang work, that dang ewe just laid over and died! I guess if nothing else we got a workout out of that dang old ewe. My
Gramps used to say that sheep were born with one eye to the ground anyway. Stupid sheep.