One day I needed an extra set of hands while working a cow. As with everything else I did, Charlotte was willing to help. This was one time that I think she almost decided to quit. She was helping me put a cow into the chute so I could doctor her and the cow did not want to go. The cow would dodge first one way and then another and Charlotte and I were trying to get her to turn and go into the chute. She had gotten around us several times (mostly around Charlotte, but me too). We were hot, sweaty and stressed.
I shouted to Charlotte, “Watch her! She is going to go around you again!” With that, the cow faked Charlotte to the right and then took off around her to the left. That cow could have played basketball or football. She juked Charlotte right out of her shoes. I said, “Couldn’t you tell what she was thinking, you could see it in her eyes, exactly what she was thinking!”
This did not sit well with Charlotte, who never uttered a word of profanity, usually. She walked right over close to me and drew all of her 4 feet 11 inches up to about 5 ft 3, then through clinched teeth she said,” How in the H__ do you expect me to know what a D__ cow is thinking!!” With that she turned and stomped back up to the house, and I had to get the cow in the chute by myself.
A neighbor’s bull had jumped the fence and bred her long before she should have been bred.
You might note in the photo the steel 8-foot high corrals, a long way from that first pen I built 25 years earlier. This one was a series of gates, which allowed me to work fifteen to twenty cows by myself without doing anything but quietly closing one gate after another. This new pen may or may not have been inspired by the last time Charlotte worked the cows with me.