We are getting the calves ready for Hoosier Beef Congress so as soon as everyone got home from school it was boots on and out to the barn - pretty normal afternoon/evening - well except for the lack of bickering - come to think of it - but anyway I won't look a gift horse in the mouth! So six calves haltered and tied up and 2 calves washed and dried later we are walking calves around the lot while the middle is still washing (fighting the good fight against the dingleberry's) when Cole and I head in with his steer- tie him (the steer not Cole) up and head in the house to start supper! As usual the very first thing Cole does when he walks in the door is take his britches off (I have no idea why but anytime he comes in they are usually off within 10 minutes) I am in the kitchen he is sitting there talking to me and when I look out the window I see a calf dart across the yard, accross the road and into the field - I holler calf out all hands on deck and run out the door -
I see Casey in the field with the calf - Emi Lou in the middle of the road stopping traffic and I hear Cole come out the door and yell "where do you want me Mom" - without looking up I say get down there and stop traffic that way if there is any - as the calf makes a u-turn and starts to come back across the road I quickly look both ways to make sure there is no traffic and that the other two are doing there job - Lou is fine and a quick look to my right and standing smack dab in the middle of the road is my boy - Tshirt, whitie tighties and cowboy boots - and the calf runs past me -
"Ummmm Dude where are your britches????"
"MOM there is a calf out I know what to do and it is to get the job done and get the calf in not mess around"
"Dude putting britches on is NOT messing around!"
He makes my heart smile!