Saturday, December 4, 2010

Maw, the Cows are Out

City people don't get calls like I get at work in the middle of the afternoon. When you live in a city, your husband calls you at work and says things like

"Can you pick up some milk on the way home?" or
"I think a light burnt out in the kitchen today" or even (if you're really lucky)
"What do you want for dinner tonight?"

But no, I live in the country. And my husband is full-time stay-at-home-dad as well as full-time farmer. I get calls like this.

"The truck died. I'm 3.5 hours away from you and have a full trailer full of just-processed frozen chickens." 

"I never did get around to chainsawing today because there are 3 fire trucks here from my unplanned prairie burn"

2008 Unplanned prairie burn

or this last Friday at 3:30 pm
"Everything got out. Cows and sheep, and I can't get them back in. I need more manpower!"

At that last one, echoing in my ears I heard with a nice hillbilly drawl, "Maw, the cows're out." 
This isn't our land, by the way. This is our neighbor's land. 
Did I mention it was freezing cold out? 

This is what they did to the portable netting when they got out:
They snapped the support post. Sigh. 

I keep thinking that after a few years, I won't get these phone calls at work anymore, but I'm beginning to think they are just part of the deal. 

I'm still glad he calls me when he needs help.

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