Now Who’s the Boss?

It happened this week.

I knew as soon as Nathan took a full time job that this day would be coming.

The day the cows got out and I was home alone to deal with them.

I saw him first thing in the morning, a single cow wandering in the yard.

My first thought was to ignore him and surely he would just saunter back into the fence, right?

Wrong, The next time I looked there were two of them.

Maybe I could text Nate to come home at break and take care of them?

Maybe Jan could come home at lunch – what kind of trouble could they get into in four hours?

A lot.

The next time I looked one of the varmints was walking through my asparagus patch. My “just-starting-to-emerge-and-I-am-so-hungry-for-them” asparagus patch.

That awakened something deep inside me.  I think it’s called revenge. Or vindication. Or maybe I just got mad. But I grabbed the closest hoodie, threw my bare feet in my gardening crocs and ran out the door in my jammies.

I had no plan in mind, other than to get them out of the asparagus quickly.

I said nothing – just walked like an avenger – right up to that varmint cow. I made eye contact and he took off running in the right direction!

His buddy took one look at me and followed.

And would believe –  both varmints ran right back through the downed electric wire?! They both went right back into the pasture they were supposed to be in?!

It was a miracle.

I’m not sure if it was my outfit? My attitude? The “this mama means business” eye contact?

Or maybe – just maybe, I’m finally getting the respect I deserve.

I even fixed the downed electric fence – by myself – in my pj’s and crocs.

That should those those cows who’s boss.

 

 

One thought on “Now Who’s the Boss?

  1. When I was in college? I think. The rest of the family went to visit relatives. I stayed home for some reason. Sunday morning I got dressed (including 2 inch platform sandals), got in my car and headed for church. Dad’s calves were wandering the road. I parked the car and tried to herd those critters in the gate. They could all find a hole in the fence the size of a small window, but an eight foot gate completely eluded them.

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