RoboBabe

I am feeling down today.  Sometimes I feel like I have too many children to parent.  And then I have to work, too.  And it is just a lot, man. Life feels tricky and I am not liking today.  Blah.

These pictures were taken one week apart:

River camping the week before last-

And this past weekend-

It is gorgeous, but my, oh, my, it is cold.

David and the boys are off to be hunters.

David is out of service, but must have been up high on a mountain at some point because he texted me to ask if I could please make sure the steers have water and give them two buckets of grain.  Which is fine, except I am not super hearty and that meant I had to change out of my work clothes and into farm and ranch clothes and trudge around in snow and ice and try to be my husband’s dream come true.

The steers are in the corral.  The corral is not finished, but a part of it is finished, and three steers are living there.  David likes to section off the steers because they need to be “finished off” with grain.

Anyways.  The corral is within the parameters of the fence.  I got home and I was tired, so I just put sweatpants and a coat over my dress.

#RoboBabe

I went to give the steers grain.  They broke their feeder.  Too bad for them.

Next, I checked the water situation.

Half full and frozen.

Super.

I don’t know what’s going on?  Isn’t that cord thing part of the water heater thing?  Why is it not working?  There is a hose attached to an automatic waterer, but it is buried in snow.  So, I head up to the faucet and find the other end of said hose.  I attach it and turn it on and walk back to see if I solved all my problems.

Alas.  Frozen.

I trudged back and found a different hose.  I attached it and water came out.  Which was good.

But, alas.  The hose would not stretch to the steer water.

I was losing daylight and patience.  There was no way to get a hold of David, so I had to make an executive decision.

I let the steers loose.

Stand down, Readers!  The corral is located within the parameters of the main cow pen.  If I let them out, they would have access to the hay and water that the rest of the cows had.

The main cow pen has a functioning water trough with a working heater and automatic waterer.

After I let them out, I recognized one of the steers.

He was the awful one who would break through all the fences.  I named him “Butthead Bob.”  And I am sorry for my language, but when a steer breaks through many fences, sometimes you have to use strong words.

After I let them out, Butthead Bob was being a real butthead and was head butting all my cows and acting like a total twerp.

Let us hope he doesn’t break down a fence, because if I cannot figure out how to get water to a tank, there ain’t no way I am repairing barbed wire.

Anyways.  The steers are loose and no one will die of thirst.

But.  Herein lies the question:

Will my husband applaud my ingenuity?  Or will he be disappointed I let them out?

This will mean a good hour or so of rodeo time trying to get the steers back in the pen when he gets back.

I don’t know.  I am tired.  I am cold.  I am bummed out today.

Farewell.