If you are invited to my home on a Sunday evening, and happen to have military or medical or vet or mechanic experience, or if you have a darling English accent, you may be asked to castrate my bulls. Seriously (and thank you). Sometimes you just need a group of friends to give you the courage to man up-- or man down in this case.
What are friends for?
Yes, this was our Sunday evening fun. My friend explained that maybe the Ox was in the mire. :)
Two (actually three) green elastic bands, one castration elastic band stretcher tool, two sweet baby bulls who had no idea what was coming, seven helpful adults, and fouteen inquisitive children-- led to one educational evening.
Another friend of mine is a cow vet and he assured me that banding these bulls would be "easy". That's what they all say. I'm certain his whole family laughed at my panicked answering machine messages-- "What if the bull's man stuff isn't there?! Um, what if we accidentally missed a part, or only got one of two parts? Is castrating two bulls the night before my husband and older boys leave for a week a bad idea? Call me back! Thanks." I actually think they're out of town.
Todd and I watched "Alaska the Last Frontier" so we knew exactly what we were doing. Plus- we all referred to a "how to castrate baby bulls" You Tube video. Haha. My life just makes me laugh!
They really did handle things so well.
Chuck, well, he might just end up half bull and half steer. We had a small problem with his manhood. Ahem. But the all knowing You Tube sources assure us that half a bull is almost as good as no bull at all.
Now that I've witnessed the rubber banding of my very own (son's) calves, I feel that I am officially a farm-girl. The fact that I was wearing a skirt and sandles and didn't get my hands dirty shouldn't disqualify me, should it?
And, to my new friend Ken- it was nice to meet you.
I'm sorry my cow pooed on your jeans.
Please come back soon.
Moo.
(I have a video of the affair on Instagram and Facebook. You don't want to miss this...) haha.
Wow. What a lovely post to follow my feminist rant.
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I can do things too! I don't just have a darling accent :p
You're invited!!
It made Shawn pretty nervous when we had goats and I took care of that little issue all on my own. He always has to share that story! It's just a way of life on a farm - I grew up having to band my sheep! I also had to brand cows and give lots of shots to lots of animals. Once one of my friends needed a shot and no one would give her one, but it was no big deal to me because I had given them to animals so much! Oh memories...
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