So yesterday was hubbub day; wrapping gifts, grocery lists, work on Chapter 31, and general madness in anticipation of the arrival of some of our offspring. So I was sitting on the back porch talking on the phone to my sister-in-law about the plans for a Saturday night get-together involving egg nog….
when what to my wondering eyes to appear?…
but two long-horned, ornery steer.
Yep. The two fellows in the photo wandered up the hill to the meadow behind the house. I am told by BH that I shrieked “Honey! Cows! Cows with horns! Big horns, honey! Big, pointy bad horns!” and then I told my sister-in-law I’d call her back.
(In defense of my semi-hysteria I’d like to say that when I worked on a dairy farm to earn money to go to college, I had a violently abusive relationship with the bull the farm kept to take care of his lady cows. I think the stupid bull saw me as a threat to his ability to get a date with the girls. There was one memorable afternoon when he chased me across a field towards an electric fence. I am still not sure how I got under the fence without being fried. So I don’t like bulls. And you can’t see it in the picture, but these guys had wicked nasty horns.)
We called the Sheriff’s department. We weren’t the only ones who had reported seeing the Happy Wanderers. While waiting for the police (although unsure what they were going to do about the situation) we contemplated the bulls. From inside the house. They chewed our grass. Suddenly, the boss bull picked up his head, said something to his buddy, and they trotted down our driveway and off into the sunset.
A deputy showed up ten minutes later. We still don’t know what happened to the bulls. Did they escape to Canada? Did they find the milk cows of their dreams? Are they perhaps Amish bulls, and this is their wild and crazy rumspringa? Inquiring minds want to know.
But that was the highlight of my day. What was yours?