Rose Petals: The Olga Gown and the Stubborn Heifer
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July 11, 2012 | 1248 views | 1 comment
Franklin had asked me to go down to the pens to help him load the heifer that our granddaughter Linay was going to show that morning. Her dad was in the Valley doing another auction, so he wasn't there to help. So I asked if I could go without changing, and he said Yes.
Well, picture this: Me in my Olga nightgown, spandex top, long flowing black chiffon skirt, and tennis. I'm behind the heifer, whacking her with the show stick to get her to move into the trailer. She's a stubborn woman; usually a sweetheart, hence the sobriquet, Angel, but today she’s anything but angelic. Together we couldn't get her to take a step, even though Franklin was in the trailer, pulling for all his might.
So we traded places. Now I'm inside. Can you see the black gown flowing around my now dirty ankles, blowing through the trailer slats, whipping around my face? Amidst that, I begin tugging and cajoling. Meanwhile, Franklin is doing his own version of cajoling from her rear, his word choices quite a bit different from mine!
Then before my eyes, like a lightning strike, she wallops his leg! WHACK! Oh, No! Right in the left thigh! Here I am, afraid he'll have a heart attack what with the humidity, the heat, the frustration, and amidst those thoughts I see her kick him! I can see he's almost down with the pain and me tugging the rope and having a conniption fit, hollering if he's all right. He's saying, "I'm all right, I'm all right...." as he limps around trying to cope and regain his bearing. I know he's not all right, thinking of the pain and the imminent swelling and bruising and the fact that he can hardly walk.
But somehow, perhaps now that “Angel-the-heifer” has made her statement, we got her loaded. Franklin proceeded to haul her to the show and called me later with an update. He’s “feeling fine”, to quote him, and Angel is perfectly cooperative with the granddaughter handling her.
This wasn’t the first time we’ve found that an animal is more easily managed by one of the calmer females of the family. I’m sure it won’t be the last.