Dear M******:
It as been awhile since I wrote one of these!
Today was the day for our Cowgirl romantic encounter to begin. Until this afternoon, I had not thought much past getting her in the trailer. To that end, we moved the trailer to the side pasture weeks ago. I never did see her get into it, but she got so she could be within charging distance of the thing. Yesterday, of course that all came to an end.
A went out to pump up the tires & refasten the license plate (we never put it on because I was worried the donkey would rip it off). Slowly everyone moseyed in to see what we were up to. Everyone except herself. Even the world's dorkiest thoroughbred came over to bump the door, but she stood as close as she could while still keeping the fence between us.
This morning, I did a whole rigmarole so it would just be the two of us (me & Cowgirl) & I could get the rope back around her horns for the first time since last April (inoculation time). She wasn't wonderful, but she wasn't horrible. I shut all the gates to keep her out of the pasture the trailer was in & then did a few chores. I was hoping she would be curious, I didn't count on how curious. As soon as we tried to load her, she took off. Of course
But in the end it happened & she had the usual panic attack she has when she found herself in an enclosed space:
The drive was uneventful, we helped with some rearranging & then pulled the trailer into the pasture. I looked in to check on her & see if I could get the rope off before we released her (I couldn't). I was pretty sure once I opened the side door to the trailer she would be out, but A had doubts (it is narrower than the width of her horns, high up & at a funny angle). I am glad the one of us who thought she could do it was paying attention & got out of the way; she sailed by my head a few moments after I jumped off the bumper.
A few minutes to get the rope off & then she took off. A few moments later the bull took off after her. Funny little sidebar: you know those testicles things rednecks like to put on their truck hitches? Well both me & A observed that Nick's were roughly the same size. Which, when you consider he is a smallish Dexter bull, & scale being what it is, they are advertising to the world how very small-balled they are.
As for today, I don't think I have ever worked so hard to make an animal happier in my life. At least, not all at once. & I do believe she will be happy, however briefly. Until this moment, I had not thought ahead 6 weeks to when we need to bring her back. Shit.
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