Get Your Head In The Game!

We went to the river property this weekend to stake out corners for a structure we are hoping can go up this year.

And apparently there was more snow there than we had anticipated.  We were ill-prepared, vehicle wise.  Luckily, Hadley’s new suitor was with us and he drives a truck with a winch (not wench) and he was able to pull one of us out.  So he is fitting into the family quite nicely.

And shall we admire the beauty of the river property and long for summer days?

Yes.  Let’s.

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The boys are still undefeated this year in their junior high basketball season.  We had to fork over many dollars for these nice jackets.  I was the world’s most annoying mom for forcing them to pose for a photo.

I cared not.

Also:  Please imagine the coats say “Maliblahblah.”

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I had cow drama today.  And are we surprised?  No.  No, we are not.  Can you imagine what it must be like to work with me?  I ask?

“Yeah, hi!  I have a stuck cow.  Gonna be late.”

I am tons of fun.

This morning before work, I heard a calf mooing constantly.  I decided to go and check things out and discovered this:

Purple Cow #5 stuck in the mud.  And her heifer calf was mooing for her.

And why does this stuff happen when David is not here?  He is never home for cow emergencies and he is the only one fit to deal with them.

At this time, Kate and I were the only ones home.  Kate was asleep, seeing as how it was about 6:45am, and I had to wake her up to tell her the fun plan for the morning.

And then I called Hadley and the boys had them turn around from town to come back and help me.

We worked on freeing this cow for about two hours.  We were all covered in poop.  Like a lot of poop.  Some mud, mostly poop.

We were not extremely successful.

We tried everything we could think of.  Hadley even tried some motivational speaking.

“Come on, Cow!  Get your head in the game!”

We had gotten some hay around her to keep her warm and try to sop up some of the mud (please remember, we have no idea what we are doing), and other cow friends came to snack on the hay around their friend in peril.

Things were not looking good, Reader.

So, I called David and asked if he could come home.  And he agreed.  And at this point, we didn’t know if the cow would live because we weren’t even sure how long she was down for.  David got the Bobcat (and it WAS running!) and put the spikey spear thingies underneath her.

Yes.  We were all afraid he was going to stab her, but what choice did we have?

Obviously Purple Cow #5 was very worried about her fate.  As she cannot even stop eating during her rescue.

We were all a muddy mess.

Kate lost a boot.

Just think of those toesies squishing in the poo.

We all looked like this:

And we all needed second showers.

But we saved the cow!  And we took second showers!  And we went back to our days!

On my lunch break, I decided to go and see how my friend Purple Cow #5 was doing.

I found her like this

Caked in mud.  Her baby nowhere to be found.

I was worried that her baby had not been fed.

And then I saw her baby’s face.

And I was able to infer that she was, in fact, able to nurse off of her muddy mother.

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Hazel loves me.  And I love her.

And I think she only loves me for the bottles. But I am ok with that.  She sucks those things down in no time.

She is all that is precious and cute in this world.