As of now I'm coming off an adrenaline rush. Why? let me start from the beginning:
So today we were not even 10 minutes inside the house when lonnie comes in from outside saying, "The calves are out, and I might need your help."
Out Karen and I go, and the minute I see the cattle, I tell Karen to call someone- anyone. But no, she said that its fine and if it gets any worse THEN she'd call.
It did get worse, I can tell you that.
Lonnie tried to use the Allis to get them back into the gate, but that wasn't very smart because of the terrain we were dealing with: an open hay field bordered on 3 sides by plowed field. Karen mentioned to me that it would help if I had the suburban, and when I went running back to the house, the cattle were still in sight of the shed.
When I came back though, they were in the freaking PLOWED FIELD- which is quite a walk away from the original starting point. So I thought I'd bring the suburban through the hay field and try to block them off, but they went completely the other way, DEEPER into the field and out of easy reach.
By that time I was completely shrieking at karen to just freaking call SOMEBODY! and then she started spazzing out at me because I was getting more pissed at her by the second.
So while she was calling mom and dad (who are, in fact, coming home from the airport as I write this) Lonnie and I were walking and taking opposite wings to get the cattle (he was going around one way, and I the other.) Well those damn calves just went further and further into the field, and that's when I decided that "thats it. I'm gonna block them off on the north road."
So I ran back to the suburban, and brought it to the north road.
And they were still walking towards the car.
So I found a entrance to the field, put the suburban in 4-wheel drive, and off we went, across the bumpiest terrain that I've ever driven on.
By this time I was severely suffering from an adrenaline rush, though, so I didn't really feel it.
I practically LAID on the freaking horn.
Believe it or not, I've never really herded cattle across a long distance before- especially by myself.
I stayed between them and the road the whole time, gradually veering them towards where they came from. At this point all I was concerned about was keeping them on course, and sometimes that meant going quite fast through dirt that wasn't meant to be going fast through.
urgh I don't wanna see the tracks I made. -.-
It was weird- I was driving close enough to the calves to see the sweat glistening on their backs as they ran across the dirt. I'm surprised none of them broke a leg as fast as they were going...
but such is life. I got them back to the area in front of the shed, and thank goodness lonnie had the sense to park a tractor to block them from going across the rest of the yard.
So that just meant me climbing across a manure pile and herding them back into the gate.
All's well that ends well...
except for the fact that the instant that Karen got back from walking all the way across the field again she started yelling at me, telling me how dad had told "us" (as in Karen and Lonnie- I didn't have my phone along) to just leave them be and how they didn't want the car or the calves hurt. By that time I was already heading them off and bringing them back home. ALONE. Yet again fixing my incompetent sibling's mistakes. -.- She didn't seem to appreciate it when I pointed out to her that it was her idea I get the suburban in the first place.
of course when I Karen handed me the phone, dad didn't seemed too pleased that I took the suburban out in the field, but I told him that I did have it in 4-wheel the entire time, and I was going as slow as possible (I was, actually, but I had to speed up a bit to keep them from veering once in awhile) and that the car is fine. Which I'm really hoping it is.
I remember when my mom used to drive out in the field with us kids to go say hi to dad when he was working...
whatever.
So now i'm getting a headache from the adrenaline and the jarring of the field. And getting the chills- I was sweating like a pig when I came back to the house. x.x
who knows what sort of punishment I'll face when the parents get home... being the oldest doesn't always have its perks: everything gets blamed on you and you're made out to be the bad guy. -.-
......... I have a lot of hw tonight, too. dammit.
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