Faster horses
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We had a little saga here yesterday that played itself out from about noon to midnight.
While I know I am less than mediocre, a little poetry helps to deal with things sometimes.
This little happening hurt my feelings, so this morning I wrote a little poem.
"COWICIDE"
March, 19, 2003
Yesterday we had a heifer come into heat.
As for quality, she couldn't be beat.
She got out; and up the road she did race
To find a bull that was on this place.
She walked at least a mile to the house.
"What's she doing here?" my husband did grouse.
He penned her up 'til she settled down.
With nice steel panels all around.
About midnight while going into the barn
Our night calver saw what caused him alarm.
Through the bottom "loop" she'd stuck her head.
When he found her, she was already dead.
She was stretched out laying on her side.
I guess you'd call it a "COWICIDE."
While I know I am less than mediocre, a little poetry helps to deal with things sometimes.
This little happening hurt my feelings, so this morning I wrote a little poem.
"COWICIDE"
March, 19, 2003
Yesterday we had a heifer come into heat.
As for quality, she couldn't be beat.
She got out; and up the road she did race
To find a bull that was on this place.
She walked at least a mile to the house.
"What's she doing here?" my husband did grouse.
He penned her up 'til she settled down.
With nice steel panels all around.
About midnight while going into the barn
Our night calver saw what caused him alarm.
Through the bottom "loop" she'd stuck her head.
When he found her, she was already dead.
She was stretched out laying on her side.
I guess you'd call it a "COWICIDE."