Muddy Monday!

All the snow has melted and, as predicted, it has turned into mush!  Brown, oooey, gooey mush. On top of the snow melt, we have had rain and more rain.  Oh, but the story doesn't end there because once upon a time, the "king" of the farm asked the "queen" of the farm to take a ride with him, in his magnificent carriage, (aka Mule), on a cold, rainy afternoon.  All the "queen" would have to do was sit in the Mule while the "king" chased a bovine, who had roamed beyond the restraints of the fence, back through the gate into the pasture.  The "queen" pondered wearing her "golden" rain boots but decided that she wouldn't need them since her job was to sit in the "carriage", out of the rain, and look for the lost creature.  And from there it all went downhill.........

Keeping our eyes open as we scan the area outside the fence.

The rain continued to fall and the fields continued to be muddy!

I was so thankful that it would not be ME that would have to take the whip and shoo that renegade animal back through the gate!

Just the thought of  having to step in this muddy, poopy mess was enough to wish I had stayed in my castle!

I knew it, I knew, I knew it!  This bovine escape artist turned out to be a young bull, at that awkward teenage stage, who thought it would be fun to escape the confounds of his gated community and give his owners a run for their money!  Which, when translated, meant that Mr. Bull was not cooperating with the "king" and the dainty "queen", who, if you remember, had left her dainty golden boots at home. Now "someone", meaning me, was going to have to chase the bull towards the "king" so he could run him towards the gate.  "Someone" was going to have to wade through 20 yards of water, muck, leaves, mud, bushes, briars, trees, and the like to accomplish this task.  All because Mr. Young Bull wanted an adventure!  There are no words to express my experience except to say that my "golden" boots will never again leave my side!!  

Finally, the young bull was run back into the pasture and over towards one of the feed rings.  That's him in the front, on the right, giving us the "What did I do?" look!  (I decided right then and there we were having steak for supper! Young steak!)

Peace reigns once again on the farm.

As we checked the remaining herd, I wondered why all cows couldn't behave like these two sweet mamas who were calmly watching over their young.  

Arriving back at the "castle", I chucked my wet jacket, muddy jeans and soggy shoes and stepped into a warm bucket of sudsy water.  Pure bliss!

Praying for sunshine!

Dee,Dee