TimH
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Sunrise this morning, I look out my North living room window and it is snowing and blowing. No big deal.It's November in the great white north.
From this window I can also see a pen where I keep some bulls in the winter. Two Maines are in the pen,where they are supposed to be, but an older Char is out in the blizzard 1/4 mile away. I'm still in my jammies. I can't see from here how he got out so I have some breakfast and some coffee.....then some more coffee. He won't go far I tell myself.
#1 son and I go out to get him in, #2 and #3 are gone to school by this time, and visibility is down to 100 yards in the blizzard. I figure open the gate ,pail of grain, call him and he'll walk right back in. Wrong.
He has "disappeared". I finally pick up his tracks in the snow and get on him. He has meandered around a 160 acre pasture and ended up a short distance South of the house, in the bale yard. He got through a couple of gates I had left open when hauling manure. By this time my face is frozen but the rest of me is sweating like a pig in my Carharts. OK.
Now the grain and the "C'mon" will work. I just have to move some horses out of the way...........That was easy......and so was getting him in the pen.
Left him there until 4:00 or so then decided to put him back with the other bulls. He wasn't in there for 2 minutes until we saw exactly how he had got out the first time. The 2 Maines ganged up on the poor old Char and put him out over a gate.
Then it hit me...... we are dealling with 3 sexually frustrated Frenchmen here.........best just head to the house and have a beer....so that's what we did.
The End.
From this window I can also see a pen where I keep some bulls in the winter. Two Maines are in the pen,where they are supposed to be, but an older Char is out in the blizzard 1/4 mile away. I'm still in my jammies. I can't see from here how he got out so I have some breakfast and some coffee.....then some more coffee. He won't go far I tell myself.
#1 son and I go out to get him in, #2 and #3 are gone to school by this time, and visibility is down to 100 yards in the blizzard. I figure open the gate ,pail of grain, call him and he'll walk right back in. Wrong.
He has "disappeared". I finally pick up his tracks in the snow and get on him. He has meandered around a 160 acre pasture and ended up a short distance South of the house, in the bale yard. He got through a couple of gates I had left open when hauling manure. By this time my face is frozen but the rest of me is sweating like a pig in my Carharts. OK.
Now the grain and the "C'mon" will work. I just have to move some horses out of the way...........That was easy......and so was getting him in the pen.
Left him there until 4:00 or so then decided to put him back with the other bulls. He wasn't in there for 2 minutes until we saw exactly how he had got out the first time. The 2 Maines ganged up on the poor old Char and put him out over a gate.
Then it hit me...... we are dealling with 3 sexually frustrated Frenchmen here.........best just head to the house and have a beer....so that's what we did.
The End.
