They go into the pen easy enough so we feed them some grain so they can settle while we set up the truck, trailer and the gates to make the loading as easy as possible. This time instead of a nearby feather duster ha ha we have sticks, cattle prod and all manner of coaching materials on hand. As always I have to guard "the hole" which means that once my husband gets them flowing towards the trailer if they happen to decide they don't want to go on they will charge at any opening in order to escape and my job is to stop them. Seriously, 1100 lb. bulls are going to stop when I wave a stick at them. Actually I am put in this job because if anything goes wrong it's just easy to blame me and yell at me for letting them go by. Now I don't know about you but I have spent an awful lot of time reading the small print on my car's side mirrors: "Objects are much larger than they appear" meaning if I can see their snot I'm jumping aside and letting them go by because I am not interested in becoming a "flat Sam" After two brave attempts to stop them from charging over me I decided it was time to let me push them towards the trailer and let him guard the hole, that way if anything goes wrong it isn't my fault. Once I start them moving again with a wack here and a tap there, pressure becomes the skill of the moment, if I am too bold I will force them to scatter and if I'm not bold enough they will just stand around. They also like to kick out at you like the flying Walenda's so you have to stay back enough to keep out of the line of fire. Slow and easy, two get on the trailer and one squirts by. Lucky for us the one that escapes the loading process is the one that will be delivered first so we slam the another two in the front of the trailer, shut the interior gate and easily load the third one! Yay Feeling quite smug and happy we both backslap ourselves out of the pen to begin the climb out of our working area.
Try is the key word because all he gets is motion in place. It has thawed just enough that now we are stuck. Like I said things always go from bad to worse. My job is to stay with the truck, trailer and bulls to keep the horses away because my horse likes to lick hoods which also means his teeth will gouge hoods so as I guard the equipment my husband begins the long trek back to the top of the property to pick up a tractor.
In comes the second thing I dislike, large equipment and towing. Returning he hands me a beer and says: "here you're going to need this" Oh boy. The chains are hooked from the tractor to the truck and my job is to get in and DO ONLY WHAT HE SAYS! Which is basically popping the brake when the chain pulls tight and try and keep the entire mess from sliding into the fence while he pulls me out of the mud with a caboose filled with bulls looking for love! Here we go..NOTHING. That means I am going to have to give it some gas to help and hopefully not end up on top of the tractor. Ok now we're talking, out we go. Once we are in the clear it is my turn to drive the big tractor back to the house. He asks if I remember how to drive it, yeah sure once I look at all those controls I'll remember. That wasn't the right answer but I was right I remembered. While he delivered bulls I quickly cleaned the dining room, set the table and started prepping dinner in hopes of salvaging Valentine's Day. We still had final feeding to do and by the time both of us got back into the house I was freezing and pissy. To cheer me up he let me take the first shower to thaw out and while I was cooking dinner came out doing a little dance in something that the best way I can describe it would be a bad Duluth Trading commercial. Needless to say, it did the trick and I laughed until I cried. At dinner that night he said sorry honey I didn't get you a card but I got you something much better. Eyes all a glitter waiting in anticipation, " Honey, I got you a PIG!" What! A pig, you know bacon some day. Wow! Well that's life on a farm.
Starship Enterprise are you coming in for a landing yet! Oink