Ariel is spending a week with me at the ranch while Joseph is doing a short summer semester at A & M Corpus Christi. After completing morning chores (milking the goats, releasing the chickens, feeding the dogs, etc.) we were enjoying a cup of coffee and looking at some photos from our trip to Europe last month.
My next-door neighbor, an 83-year-old widow, called me to let me know our bull was in her pasture. This neighbor, similar to all our other older neighbors, can be hell on cattle. She takes no mercy on them, chasing them into the pens, letting them know in no uncertain terms that they will behave while under her command. While all this is well and good, I have this pre-conceived notion that little old ladies (80ish) should not be climbing fences to dodge charging bulls. So, when Trula told me she would pen my bull for me, Ariel and I got up, hooked the trailer to the truck and headed over.
She indeed did have the bull penned and Ariel and I were able to load him within a matter of minutes. Trula let me in the chute with him to load him, so maybe she is slowing down a bit. Anyway, Poindexter III is back home now.
This is a good example of enforced exercise and lifestyle choice. No doubt I would have been content to enjoy my coffee and browse the computer, do a little gardening later in the morning and do my goat work after I was "well rested." But I got an extra hour of exercise today, which included fence climbing and being generally active, exercise that I would not have gotten had I had my old desk job or even had my 3-day-a-week gym membership.
If I can keep at this, maybe one day I'll be an 80-ish little old lady capable of putting these bulls in their proper place.