I wish I had a picture for this post.....

but unfortunately, getting one would have likely ended up with me having a head injury. Mike needed some help yesterday getting up a cow who is due to calve soon. I went out on the tractor with him and Abby, our Aussie. Mike was in the driver's seat, Abby sat on the ledge behind him and I sat on one arm of the seat. Yeah, we're all about togetherness. Anyway, I hadn't realized just how deep the ruts have already gotten. You see, we got 2 inches of rain BEFORE it froze and snowed. The ground is still quite soft in spots. As we were driving along I was reminded of a trip to Worlds of Fun. I must've been about 12 or 13 when my parents took me and two friends to Worlds of Fun for a vacation one summer. There was a ride where you drove this miniture car around a track. The track had a rail in it so that you couldn't get too far off to one side or the other. That's exactly what the ruts are like in our pasture. You can't forge a new path, because the mud will keep you going where it wills. Mike did get out of the ruts at a low spot, but that's just the time that the tought of a serious head injury entered my mind. I wonder just whose idea the car at Worlds of Fun was? Could it be a former farm kid who had to help his dad one too many times?

Then today, I was happily cleaning the house and getting ready for a party the boys are having even as I type this. I was actually running a bit ahead of schedule when Mike came to the house. "Could I get your help for a second?" Sounds innocent enough, doesn't it? Yeah, well, let me warn you....it never is. He wanted to get a bull out of one pasture and put him in another. He also wanted to turn several cow calf pairs out with said bull. Still sounds easy enough, doesn't it? The cows aren't used to coming to the lot for corn. Thus, when Mike walked out to the pasture with a pail of corn, they just looked at him. One or two even turned and walked the opposite direction. They certainly weren't the brightest ones and so we felt the need to tell them so. We finally got everyone headed the right direction and through the first gate. We didn't think we'd have to close that gate. We were wrong. And we were wrong because of one little rebellious calf who decided he'd go the opposite direction of everyone else, then cry loudly because he couldn't find his mommy. Yes, I told the calf just how stupid he was too. We finally get tehm all in and that's when I realize what our biggest problem is going to be. Quite a few of the calves don't have tags. Without a tag, it's very hard to match momma to baby. LOVELY. We finally finished our work and I came back to the house. Just how long did this "second" last? I figured it out. It lasted 7200 seconds or 120 minutes or 2 hours. Hmm....who exactly needs to learn the lesson here? Is it that my husband has no sense of how long a second is or is it that I feel the need to drop whatever it is I'm doing and go off on these adventures with him? I'll let you decide.