Did I tell ya'll ...

that I helped de-horn our calves. Now, I never have considered myself a "city-girl" but I'm not really a "ranch-hand" either. I grew up with cats, dogs, occasionally we had a cow in the pasture, a few chickens, I think my mom got paid with goats one time for delivering a woman's baby. But no, I am not a cow girl, ranch hand --nor do intend to be. The first one didn't like it-- he didn't like being tied to the 4-wheeler and giant clippers pinching off a growth on the side of it's head-- but it did Ok, we were able to get it to stop bleeding pretty quick. BUT the 2nd one-- wowwza. Easy to catch, pretty calm tied to the 4-wheeler--- but the stress it caused when it would not stop bleeding. I am fine with a bit of pain for a specific cause, but I was not prepared for the animal to die---- No, it didn't die, but it sure lost a lot of blood. I was elbow deep in cow blood while Lew and I were trying to get it to stop. It took a day or two for it to act normal again. Cows are dumb and have short memories-- they were nuzzling Lew when he was changing the water. If Lew did that to me, I would have ran him over the next time he came in my house.

This event will not make my top ten enjoyable moments in life.