The Call (Part Two)

I truly am sorry to have not gotten back to the horn here to share more of the calf story. We have just been having fun being with Geemah and doing some other things. BUT - I am here to tell some more of this crazy story that we call our life! So, put YOUR seat belts on ... here we go!

CLANG... CLANG... CLANG...

OH, NO! The gate on the back of that trailer swung wide open! I muttered under my breath, "Good thing THEY didn't buy any cattle tonight. Sheesh, who doesn't shut the gate and make sure it is latched before heading out." We sauntered over to the truck and when we were nearly there, I pushed the unlock button on my keyless remote key fob. Fancy that! I like the lights to come on as we are arriving so I can see if anyone is lurking around. (I guess I'm cautious, that way.)

And, you would NOT believe how good my cautiousness turned out to be!

As soon as my headlamps turned on, a red angus cow went running across the beams... SHOOT! That trailer DID have cattle in it! Oh, no! There is another one up on the highway! The cars driving along the very narrow (with next to no shoulder) highway at 65 mph came to a complete stop.

Pops ran back into the sale barn office to let them know. Then he and another guy went running and chasing cattle back toward the pens. I got everyone situated in their respective safety belt and turned the truck around so that the headlamps could shine on the cow that Pops and his new teammate were chasing!

A cowboy and cowgirl on horseback went tearing out to the highway, readying their loops to throw around a neck.

Pops and his teammate got their cow ran up to the pens and the cowboys in there got her where she needed to go while Pops and his teammate went looking for more loose cattle.

I drove over to the pens to get ourselves out of the way and to be where I needed to be to pick up our bottle calf when all the commotion died down and the cowboys could get the right calf out of the pens for us and into our large dog kennel (yes, I DO find that humorous!!)

While we were waiting, the rest of the cows were brought over and set up in their very own cozy pen. Safe from the moving traffic!

It wasn't long before we were being backed up and put into place to receive our calf. OH, my! What a cute little thing we had purchased! The children decided while it was pitch black out that our new little black baby bull calf would be called Buckley.

But, as they were pushing the calf into the dog kennel, Branch said, "I don't think that calf looks very black to me. I think it might be a red one."

(Look! His hair is the color of STRAW!!!)

Either way, that calf was secured - with the latch on the kennel door and the tailgate of the pickup- and we were on our way!

Well, on our way, right after we stopped along side a truck and trailer to ask if he'd checked the latch on the back of his trailer door!! He said he was out double checking everything before taking off to get to Minnesota! SMART!!

We got the calf home, out of the truck and settled into its straw right after Pops helped it into our world!