Life is never quiet living next to a large ranch. Right now, I am having problems with a bad cow… er… a bad bull to be more accurate.
Here is an example of how close they get to my house. This one is not the offending bull, but a friend:
First, he outsmarted Woody, the Redneck Contractor, who didn’t have our gate wired properly, so the bull figured out how to trip the safety beam to auto open the gate. This bull would come in at his leisure, and sometimes bring his friends. It is so not cute if they tromp your grass and flower beds, rub up against the house, etc.
So my wonderful dear husband (DH) rewired the gate properly so the bull would not get in. Last week was a bull free week. It was nice.
So imagine my surprise when my propane drive calls me on the phone this morning, while he is on my driveway delivering fuel, to let me know I had a nasty bull in my yard and that it charged him.
I tell the propane driver I will deal with it and that he is safe to leave. Off he goes, but I noticed he refused to even give me my propane bill… oh well. I head over to the bull to chase him out like always. Only this time he is NOT happy and charges me. Uh-ohhh! I ducked behind an oak tree, and ran like crazy to the house. But now I am ticked and bound and determined to win this battle of wills!
So I get my car and I am planning to chase this bull off my property! Yeah, baby, try messing with me now! So I herd him near the gate, open it with my button, and get out to wave and holler like crazy. Only he charges me again. So I run for safety and barely make it to my car.
Rex, my 100 pound lab/great dane/retriever mix tried to chase off the bull, too, but got head butted and almost stomped on for his reward.
By now, I have admitted a temporary defeat. Once home, I try calling Rancher Ed to see if he will fetch his bull. Only Rancher Ed is not home. So I call my DH at work and explain the situation. So now, I have successfully enlisted my DH to come home and become my partner in bull removal.
It figures that of course by the time my husband gets home, the bull had jumped the fence and left for greener pastures. That must have been how he got inside our property. He must be one nimble bull, the fence is barbed wire and about 5 feet high.
Since we couldn’t find it on our property, we drove on the ranch to see if it had rejoined the herd. Sure enough, there he was. Out of curiosity, my husband gets out to see if he would be charged too. Yep, he was- end of experiment.
It is clear that Rancher Ed has a problem bull in his herd. He is a wonderful neighbor, once he learns what trouble his bull has been causing, he will sell it. I can hardly wait. Keep you posted!