... I pulled into the driveway. I looked to my right and there I saw a Dexter steer. Yes, he is our steer, but he was in the wrong paddock. Which instantly sent me into panic mode.
How in the world did he get over there? I asked myself, He must have escaped, but I don't see anything wrong with the fence. What gives?
I was scheduled to go get some hay, which at this time of year, is difficult to do with the short days. I didn't need a fence problem, which I just knew was the case.
I had to leave him where he was, I had to go get that hay. I found out later that he was loose, wandering and someone in my family put him where he was. My thanks to whomever, let me know who you are and I will thank you personally.
I stewed over the situation all the way there and back. Thankfully, he was still where I left him. Upon investigation, there was a short in the fence, which had to be fixed.
But, it doesn't end there. As I was unloading the hay, I heard that dreaded hissss from one of the rear tires on the van. Great! Now I'm gonna have to change a tire!
I still had to feed the animals, milk the cow and lock up the chickens. Plus I was hungry and I was facing the prospect of missing dinner fixing the fence. Do you know what it is like for a man to miss food?
I was able to get the steer back to where he was, but I had to milk in the dark, which I hate, and listen to starving, lowing bovine waiting for food. All worked out, except for the tire. It seems to be a slow leak so I will inflate it in the morning and drive the van to work and get it repaired over lunch. Lord willing, of course.
I thank the Lord for my wonderful daughters for helping me in my time of distress. Their patience with me is immeasurable as I was a tad grumpy. Now, I am pooped. I'm going to bed.
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Oh ouch. Sort of that "never rains but it pours" thing. Hope tomorrow is LOTS better for you.
That sounds like a terrible day. The good thing was that you had the help of your family and someone was nice enough to put the cow back in a fence and the leak was a slow one. I hope your luck was better today.
Well, Wednesday was a bit better, thanks. Unfortunately, it was expensive. I work next door to the tire shop and know them very well. I dropped the van off to get the tire patched. I walked into work and had a phone call. It was the tire guy. He asked if I felt a wobble when I drove to work that morning. I said no. He said that was amazing as the steel belts had seperated. I needed anew tire, to the tune of $92! Man, tires have gotten expensive!
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