Due to drought and dry pastures, we have no green grass left at all - so we decided to put our roping steers into the pen, and build them an alleyway to the arena. This way they would have plenty of room to roam around, however - they would not be eating on our dead pastures.
"What choo talking about?"
Two days ago I happened to look out and saw a bunch of these critters heading north... North is not always so good - we have a highway bordering our place on the north. And then it dawned on me - they shouldn't have been heading at all... they should have been in the arena. I first blamed the oil guys - they are well known for not closing gates, gathered my children and off we headed to bring them back to the civilization that is theirs.
Funny thing - a gate was left open - out to the highway - most likely by an oil guy, as we never use that gate.... but along the way it dawned on me - that the oil man wouldn't have been near the arena, and if he had been the dogs would have warned me.... *sigh*
This means the buggers escaped on their own !!
We were successful at getting our stray roping steers back to their pens. ( note to readers: I call everything cow - and I am constantly reprimanded, but after 18 years of this, I think I may not be changeable, so if you see cow in the post - please make that steer!)
I thought I had the arena fences fixed where they used there horns to escape. Mind you - that meant I told Wrangler Man to go fix it - I am good at delegating that way!
Yesterday - my dogs were going wild!! I headed out to see what the problem was, praying it was not a snake.... it was not a snake - it was roping steers by our POOL!! \
Excuse me? First you want to take a road trip - and now you want my Pool - I. Think. Not!
again - I gathered my children and we raised our hands, and hollered at them, and moved them back out to the arena and tied the fencing together so good - no one was getting out. I wish I had taken my camera - cuz we looked gooood... short, boots, and sticks... Stylin'
Today as one child was walking out the door I heard:
"alright guys stay in today, momma's losing her patience with you, and she's a crack shot... you are warned... "
And I cracked up!!
And then I took a photo of the last steer that dared to double cross me and showed it to them!!
Any guesses as to how long they will stay in this time?