Friday I had my hair curled up, my nails done and my favorite uniform from my paying job on, my “actual job@ a rural healthcare facility”
So I pull on my tall Bog rubber boots on, my late father in law who has since passed a year ago to the day, denim jacket on. All of this which has me 2/3rds covered.
Being the O C D person I am I will tell you soon what was not in place in my accessorized up New Holland cab tractor”
See my tractor has these little areas that I pack full of the accessories I think I will need. One tray is just fit for my flash light, box cutter for hay strings, another for my Columbia multipurpose tool and iPhone that’s wrapped in its brown leather case. The stereo system is pretty awesome too, as my snap chat pals are well aware. Last but not least New Holland added a little more glam in my life with its very own sunroof. So I open that for a breath of fresh country air.
Today being the same as every jam packed got to get all this done between the daylight hours was none different from any other. I ran my normal routine. Climbed up in the tractor ( got everything adjusted just right for my preference and not that of the other farm hand~ not calling no names but it starts with T E R R Y) and I set out to check and feed the cows. Quality time with my best girls and their suitors.
This particular afternoon went like most others. Except we have a little more traffic on our quiet county road due to the closure of a near by washed out road from the recent storms. Trust me people have no idea how do drive when they meet farm equipment all they know is they GOT to get around them.
My girls were just as anxious to see me as I were them. In fact some days it’s more of a MOB squad reunion and my tote of silage is the star.
So here I am all set up right? Everything in its place right? Sounds from the 70s playing on the stereo, sun roof open, steering wheel adjusted just right. I’m all set. I open all the gates in my own order. I give the girls and guys their silage in the lined up troughs. I proceed into the pasture with their round roll of hay, and on my way out I stop to put out the tubs of silage I have for them. So far so good, right?
So cattle eating silage out of a tub is similar to a Black Friday Walmart 6am open its doors and just because you have TVs already doesn’t mean you’re not going in like Rambo to get the 99$ one right ???? This is the evening scene with with silage wagon, my sweet girls push, they shove and make their way in for another bite. How do cattle push one might ask- with her big head!!!
This entire scene plays out in less than 30 minutes every evening. The only thing faster is Mother Nature making it dark on me with a bunch of hungry heifers.
Every last bite of silage is eaten and the girls are back to ladies now so I go in to pick up my tubs to load back on my tractor tote all, when I know exactly what was not sitting in its compartment~ my gloves! How I know this is because when I went to pick up my empty silage tub I got a nice warm ooeey gooey feeling that had to be no other than cow poooooo.
That friends is how you go from glam to crap in just a second.Continue reading “All Glammed Up”