Because it has been very quiet around here, and I have never had a problem with lack of people wanting in on a give away. ~wry grin~ TSA story
Yesterday morning, my mother and I (and boys) headed to the farmstead. As soon as we pulled in. Courage was there in the alfalfa field to greet us. At first I wasn't sure how she got out, so I rounded her back up, and placed her in the gated fence. Mother and I walked next to the alley way to find the sand plums,, not enough ripe to justify a thing. When we returned, there was Courage out again. I figured out how she was getting out, and placed a t-post in the ground and tightened up the fence there. We decided to hide and wait to see if she would get out. Courage licked the post, and stood there. My mother started playing "Car 54 Where are You?" Large snickered at it, but they didn't get what she was doing.
After a few moments of surveillance it was clear she wasn't getting out for now. But that doesn't mean I trusted her staying in all night. As soon as I got home, I called husband. We would be heading up again to put up barb wire.
Now those of you that are desperate to build some muscle mass, I have a work out program for you.
Take one windmill and attach a long piece of wood to it. Now grab the wood and squat, then thrust. Do this repetitively until your lower back cramps up and you can no longer feel you upper arms and shoulders. Take a breather and repeat.
Nest place a crowbar through a roll of barb wire, and carry it for 1/2 mile while rolling it out. Be careful not to get a barb in your arm. Next stretch the wire, until your back screams. Next start hammering away until darkness falls.
As we were hammering the mosquitoes came out in full force. The cared not that we were drenched in bug repellent. The world turned a shade of rose colored glasses, but we didn't see the giddiness of it. No breeze and the humidity was oppressive. Courage mooed at us, knowing full well she was now trapped, and wouldn't be able to get to that sweet alfalfa. Poor thing. Eddie just wanted her treats. I have been bring treats with me when I visit, but as this was my second time that day, I neglected to bring them. She followed us along the fence, sticking her nose out, and giving me that, I love you. . . please. . . moo of her's.
On the way out, I saw that we were not the only ones with an escapee cow that day. 3 were laying in the ditch next to the road.