Late last week, we rotated one of the herds to a fresh pasture. As we always do, we left the gates open between the two pastures in case any new babies that have been hidden by momma get left behind as she moves “to greener pastures.”
Well, on Sunday, my nephew and his daughter were out leisurely riding horses after a long day of work. As they strolled through the recently vacated pasture, they unknowingly stumbled across a calf hiding in the tall grass. The calf spooked and ran, haphazardly plowing through the fence of yet another adjoining pasture...and kept on running.
Now that momma had no avenue to reach her calf, it became imperative that we find it and reunite it with momma. My nephew called out reinforcements, and here we all came--on tractors, on Mules, on ATVs--all looking for this calf. After a couple of hours and several passes through the pastures, she was finally spotted. She had lain down in the tall grass once again...and was fast asleep.
Rather than try to rope her (and turn the whole thing into a rodeo in a pasture large enough to give the calf a huge advantage), my nephew was able to sneak up behind her and get the drop on her. Even though she was only a day or two old, she was a big ‘un and, after tying her up (me), it took two of the men to get her into the bed of the Mule. Even with her legs tied, she fought like a champ (atta girl!). Since the bed of the Mule was so small, only one of the men could ride with her and it was my nephew who drew the short straw. As he struggled to keep her down, our foreman, Bruce, hollered, “You’re gonna have to jump on her like she’s Jeniffer Aniston and ride her like she’s Pamela Anderson or she's gonna jump out!”
And so it was that this little blonde calf became known as Pamela Anderson. She was quickly reunited with her mother and both have finally joined up with the herd. Bruce reports that Pamela Anderson is happy and eating and, he say's, is filling out quite well!
Well, on Sunday, my nephew and his daughter were out leisurely riding horses after a long day of work. As they strolled through the recently vacated pasture, they unknowingly stumbled across a calf hiding in the tall grass. The calf spooked and ran, haphazardly plowing through the fence of yet another adjoining pasture...and kept on running.
Now that momma had no avenue to reach her calf, it became imperative that we find it and reunite it with momma. My nephew called out reinforcements, and here we all came--on tractors, on Mules, on ATVs--all looking for this calf. After a couple of hours and several passes through the pastures, she was finally spotted. She had lain down in the tall grass once again...and was fast asleep.
Rather than try to rope her (and turn the whole thing into a rodeo in a pasture large enough to give the calf a huge advantage), my nephew was able to sneak up behind her and get the drop on her. Even though she was only a day or two old, she was a big ‘un and, after tying her up (me), it took two of the men to get her into the bed of the Mule. Even with her legs tied, she fought like a champ (atta girl!). Since the bed of the Mule was so small, only one of the men could ride with her and it was my nephew who drew the short straw. As he struggled to keep her down, our foreman, Bruce, hollered, “You’re gonna have to jump on her like she’s Jeniffer Aniston and ride her like she’s Pamela Anderson or she's gonna jump out!”
And so it was that this little blonde calf became known as Pamela Anderson. She was quickly reunited with her mother and both have finally joined up with the herd. Bruce reports that Pamela Anderson is happy and eating and, he say's, is filling out quite well!
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