I think I may have found the secret to getting the ewes to deliver their babies.  I have to be running late.  OK – I know it doesn’t really work that way, but it certainly seems like it might.  I’ve been so good this term, all one week of it, to allow plenty of time to go out and do the morning chores, which now include feeding, since the horses have started actually licking their feeders clean.  That kind of indicates they need more food.  Anyway, all week long, I’ve allowed plenty of time to feed and deal with any babies that might appear, and can still get to campus with time to spare before my first class.  This morning, I am running a little bit late, and I have to make a stop in Pilot Rock before I head to work, so of course, what do I find? 

You guessed it, I found two lovely new lambs.  Just like the last lamb from the white ram, these two are wonderfully healthy and active and robust looking.  We are incredibly happy with this guy’s babies.  It’s too bad he wasn’t so healthy.  The lambs were so active that momma actually looked relieved to be let into a jug.  When I found them this morning, the little white one was wondering all over the place sniffing noses with everyone, while momma stood next to her sister (yes, they are both girls) and tried to call her back.  Everyone is doing well now that the available wandering space has been minimized.

 

….wagging their tails behind them.  Oh, wait, that song is about sheep.  How’s that saying about cows go?  Isn’t it something about something happening, “when the cows come home?”  and isn’t the meaning something along the lines of, “once in a blue moon?”  Yeah, I think it is.  There is a reason those old sayings developed.

So, we spend an evening earlier this week getting the wandering sheep contained.  That night, we saw the cows in the lower bottom.  I took note at the time because they’ve been hanging out in the upper bottom, so it was a bit unusual, but I wasn’t too worried.  The next day, Steve worked on the fence, and I asked him he’d seen the cows.  He said yes, last night.  I clarified to mean that day, and he responded in the negative, so I suggested that we should probably go find them.  That was a twilight.  We went out in the pickup, and headed up onto the hill so get a vantage point of the bottoms.  We drove upstream and down.  We drove up through the CRP to take a peak at the alfalfa field they love.  No cows.  By now it was getting dark, so we came on home and I decided I’d go out in the morning, and we settled down to watch a truly abysmal movie.  Really, the movie was awful.

I get up and head out the door at 6:00 this morning.  Steve is charged with transporting Sarah to school for the volleyball tournament in Condon, and off I go.  I walk down to the lower bottom and along the creek up to the schoolhouse.  No cows.  I walk back up the hill so I can get a bird’s eye view of the upper bottom.  No cows.  I get back home and take off my boots an hour and 15 minutes later, in time to watch Steve drive off to work.  He calls me on my cell phone, and we decide to let Mom know the cows have wandered.  I slip on shoes (not boots) and walk down to Mom’s house.  Mom asks if we’re ready to sell the cows yet, and then suggests that we call the Mooth’s (up the creek near the alfalfa field) because that’s where the cows went last time.  She calls, but they don’t answer, so I drive up.  No cows in Mooth’s yard, so I drive past and turn around.  And see the cows.  They are in the alfalfa field after all.  Zeke and I pull in and unload.  We have to go through a couple of animal pens with sheep in them, but we make it in and start to move the cows. On the way, I call Mom to let her know I’ve found the cows. 

I’m thinking that the cows will go back in the same way the came out, like the sheep, so I’m not too worried about the road, and am on the phone with Mom, confident that I’ve got the problem solved.  The cows try to turn around and not go through the gate a couple of times, but between Zeke and I, we get them headed in the right direction.  They go out through the gate, and turn up the road instead of going through the open gate into our CRP.  Mom & I develop a plan that involves opening the gate into our other CRP.  All the cows have to do is turn right at the corner and follow the road down.  Zeke and I are walking behind and to the left of the cows to encourage the right-hand turn, but they are a ways ahead of me because they move faster than I do.  Zeke is not liking walking through the weeds and stickers, but we all do what we must.  Mom, in the meantime has woken up the sleeping nephew, and they’ve gotten the gate open.  She drives up to block the left-hand turn, and the cows go straight across the road into the neighbor’s CRP field.  Now, this CRP field has no fences – not one, and the neighbor’s house is right in the middle of it.  Mom darts her car into the drive way and tries to head off the cows.  They go around and head off into the CRP.  I send the nephew for my pickup, and waive Mom off down to the corner, and go after the cows.

Now, at this point, I have been walking for a solid 3 hours.  I’m wearing slip-on clog-type shoes of heavy leather and decent quality, but boots they are not.  I’m also walking through CRP, which is kind of like native grass-lands but with furrows from the field prep and planting.  And native grass-lands are not grass.  They are nasty stickery thistley things that leave pokeys in my socks.  Walking is really not the appropriate term.  Hiking off-trail is closer.  Stumbling is probably the most accurate.  I walk wide around the cows to try to turn them around.  They are headed in generally the right direction, so I’m still hopeful.  No longer optimistic, but hopeful.  My biggest concern is that they need to turn before they get to the other road.  I keep trying to send Zeke on ahead to turn the cows, but he’s been going for 3 hours by now too, and he’s tired and doesn’t really understand, so he’s pretty much just walking at my side.  We get close to where I want the cows to turn, and I pick up the pace to a run.  So do they.  I quickly realize I am not getting ahead of them, and hope for the best.  I see Mom standing in the CRP where she has had the same idea as me.  She is already ahead of the cows, so I hope, futilely as it turns out.  The cows see Mom and turn – away from home. 

About this time the nephew shows up with my pickup, and we regroup.  We come up with a plan that will involve using two pickups to herd the cows out of the field, and one car to block the corner.  About this time Mom points out that she got a flat in that maneuver at the neighbor’s and offers to have Grandma come out with her car.  I suggest Mom could just drive my car.  So we all pile into the pickup (Zeke is in the back seat), and drive home to get the vehicles.  I drop Zeke off at the house, ’cause he’s done for the day, and stick my head into the house to let Monica (the foreign exchange student) know where everyone is.  She’s calmly eating breakfast and wishes me good luck.  Zeke stays on the run and we all head off in our respective vehicles.  Cooper and I devise a strategy which involves him on one side to turn the cows and me on the other side and behind to move them along.  I go push them out of the corner they’ve settled into against another neighbor’s fence, and for once they move the direction I want them to.  They are doing pretty good, and only try to turn around a few times, but in general, they are headed home.  We get all the way to the edge of the field where they need to go down a little bank and cross the road to go home.  Cooper is parked a ways off, sort of watching.  I get out of my pickup to try and gently encourage the cows to move.  They do – right around me and back into the CRP.  I dash back into my rig, Cooper realizes what’s happening and tries to turn them, but it’s too late.  They’re back out in the middle of the field.

We try again, and this time we’ve got both pickups moving with the cows, and again we get them to the edge of the field (there were only a few times we drove with reckless abandon in reverse to keep them going the direction we wanted – it’s a good thing there was nothing else around).  This time, they reconsider and decide to go down the bank.  Yay!  And, they actually turn the right direction on the road.  Double Yay!  And wonder of wonders, they actually go in the gate.  Hip Hip Hooray!! The cows are home.  We close the gate behind them, decide that they can make their way through that field on their own, and head for home.  It is now 10:40.  Remember that I started this adventure at 6:00 and hadn’t even had breakfast.  Mom brings my car home, and calls to get her tire repaired, and I come home to eat breakfast and shower, not necessarily in that order. 

For now, they are relegated to the pastures that are within constant site of a house, and if that means we have to feed earlier, then we’ll just have to get more feed.  No more using the upper pasture until the fences are all repaired.

Mom asks again if we’re ready to sell the cows.  Steve says not yet.  Of course, he’s not had to get the little buggers back in yet.

Sunday evening, before he left for work Morning morning, Steve set the live trap in the barn.  We’ve been keeping cat food in there to feed the two cats that don’t socialize with the others.  Now, we’re smarter than the average bear, so the cat food is in a tin pail with a lid that is held on by the pail handle.  Steve had noticed that something smart enough to lower the handle and pry up the lid had been getting into the cat food.  Sounded like raccoon to me, so I did not object to him setting the trap and leaving for work.  I was supposed to check the trap Monday morning, but of course, I forgot, so when Steve called me Monday evening (he was stuck in Seattle waiting for a pilot with flight hours left to come get them and take them home), he asked if I had checked the trap that morning.  I muttered something not very ladylike, put on some shoes, grabbed the rifle and the flashlight and headed out to the barn.  More unladylike language was uttered the minute I entered the barn and smelled that tell-tale odor.  Of course we had caught a skunk.  I was still on the phone with Steve, who suggested I call Gannon, one of the nephews, to come deal with said skunk.  While I was doing that, Steve called the girls (against my objections) so Monica could come out and see the skunk.

Monica thought the skunk was very cute (it is) and wanted us to take it far away and let it go.  I explained to her that it would come back and eat the chickens, so we had to shoot it.  I’m not sure she understood the necessity at that point, but we were going to go with the plan anyway.  The plan was for Gannon to talk nice to the skunk and gently lay a rug over the trap prior to moving it.  Steve swears this works, and that the skunk will not spray once it’s covered, or if it does, the covering will trap the odor.  I think he’s fibbing, although he swears this technique worked with the skunk at Grandmas.  He says the magic words are, “here kitty kitty.”  It still sounds suspicious.

Gannon brings his brother, Cooper, so the girls, Cooper, and I are all standing watching Gannon croon to the skunk, “You want to spray me, don’t you?  Yeah – I’m gonna shoot you.”  His tone is nice and calming, so I figure the words don’t really matter, but apparently he’s not as calm about the possibility of getting sprayed as Steve is, and tosses the rug at the cage from about 5 feet away.  Needless to say, the skunk sprays.  Luckily, it was facing us, and mostly sprayed the wall.  But Gannon, Cooper, Sarah, and Monica are all dashing for the windows and gagging.  I’m not sure that they actually vomited, but the sounds were suspicious.  OK – it stinks, but really, it’s not that bad.  I look at my help, with their heads still hanging out the windows, and decide that I’m going to have to take care of this myself.  I take a deep breath of fresh air, go over and straighten the rugs a little, then pick up the skunk-filled trap and carry it to the nearest door.  I tell Sarah to bring the flashlight over and give me some light, and ask Gannon to drive the pickup around and give me light from that side.  He offers to shoot the skunk for me. I assure him that I have it.  If I have to carry the thing outside myself, then I am going to shoot it.  My mother tells me later that he was very disappointed that he did not get to shoot it.  I’m not very sympathetic.  Anyway, we get the skunk outside, and I dispatch it with the first shot to the head.  It hadn’t had time to reload, so there was no further spraying.  Gannon did volunteer to take the trap and skunk up to the bone pile.  I said thank you, and told the girls we would go in the back door, strip off in the laundry room and then shower in turns. All contaminated clothing was deposited directly into washer and all bodies were showered.  Luckily no-one was sprayed directly so a simple wash was sufficient. 

We now have a new rule regarding the live trap.  Steve shall not set the live trap unless he will be home in the morning to deal with whatever he catches.  We’re not sure when we will be able to go back into the barn, but it kind of needs to be soon.  The nights are getting colder, and I’m going to have to start putting the sheep in at night in case babies arrive.  We may just have to suffer with the smell for a while.

Sarah & I went to the Tri Cities on Tuesday to pick up Monica, the exchange student we are hosting for the year.  Her plane landed at 11:50 pm, so we stayed the night and took our time getting around yesterday.  We arrived home about noon and started the process of getting settled in.  I was in the laundry room when Sarah said, “Hey Mom, did you know the sheep are out?”  I asked where, exactly they were out.  They were out by the cars, which means the front CRP, where they are not supposed to be, so I called Mom to see how long they had been out so I could determine if this was a “fix it now” sort of out or an “I can wait a bit” sort of out.  Mom told me they had been out, “Days and days.”  Now, since we had expended significant effort to get them back in on Monday, and they were all in when we left Tuesday morning, I knew that was not quite accurate, but it did speak to Mom’s frustration.  Apparently many neighbors had called Mom to tell her they had been out.  This only happens when they are out out.  Meaning not on the farm or in the CRP.  That translates as on the road, which is not good.   Since I knew Steve had worked on the barn lot fences and thought he had them secured, I knew that was not going to be an easy fix.  But, I did know where the holes were in the orchard and thought I could get them secured with a couple of panel scraps and some wire, so out I went.

Zeke found a new toy

I used the ends left over from the feeders, and some wire Steve had in the old house.  I think I may owe him a new pair of wire cutters, though, since I think this may have been some sort of hardened wire and it may have nicked his cutters.  Anyway, I spent about 2 hours out in the summer heat and got patches up on the holes.  One of them was over the creek, and I know it’s not good.  I kept telling myself that it only needed to hold for 48 hours, because Steve will be home to fix it right on Friday.  Anyway, I got it done, and the sheep considerately decided to come home about the same time I finished so I didn’t have to go searching for them, I just had to move them from the ram pasture to the orchard.  They looked awful – hot and tired.  Sometimes animals need to be protected from themselves.