Have you ever wondered what we do in my home town of Heard County for fun? Well today is your lucky day! It is a Sunday morning in the Hunter household, and we are getting ready for Sunday morning church. Mom had fixed pancakes for Whitney and me and bacon for Daddy. :) We finished our wonderful breakfast. I am fresh out of the shower and mom is getting in the shower. Daddy is dressed, ready and waiting on his girls as usual! Whitney is getting ready to leave to go home and get ready for her church. She decides to load up her car. I hear from upstairs, "Ummm Mr. Richard, Are there supposed to be cows in the yard?." I run to look out the front window and sure enough there are cows in our front yard. There are about 25 of them to be exact! I think to myself...'Perfect Blog moment'. Anticipating the blog, I quickly grab my camera and run out the door in my pajamas and flip flops.
Daddy yells out for me to go down to the road and help Whitney. The last thing he said was, "Block the road so the the cows don't run up the road." You could tell that Daddy was not too happy about me having my camera in tow. At that moment my blog was NOT the most vital thing.
I ran down to to the road and started hooping and hollering like a crazy girl at the cows. Whitney and I were trying with all our might with our arms flailing and our lungs exercising all their ability! Yaaaaaaa! Suewweeeeeeee! Come on! Yaaaaaaaa! Get out from there! You think Whitney and I are bad? You should have heard my Dad! He turned into a wild man!
Daddy herded the cows down to the road where Whitney and I were standing. It was our turn. We were supposed to keep the cows from running up the road. We stood on guard! Yaaaa! Yaaa! Shoo! We stamped our flip flopped feet! We shouted! Apparently our attempt at guarding the road worked a little too well. Before we knew it the cows were scared and started running up the opposite end of the road. We hollered and ran after the cows! The more we shouted the faster the cows ran in the OPPOSITE direction!
Daddy heard all of the commotion and ran to go get his truck. I chased after the cows to see where they went. They ventured to our neighbor's yard. Keep in mind we do not live in the suburbs so our neighbors yard was a little distance away. I did not exactly have the perfect shoes on to chase cows. The jewels alone on my shoes are enough to make a cow run away.
When Daddy finally made it to our neighbor's yard the cows had started running through the woods. Dumb cows. Daddy was really not pleased. He told me to go back because my shoes were not woods worthy and my jewels might attract a snake. I think he was being sarcastic. I didn't argue.
Daddy chased them through the woods and around to the house. By this time my dear mother was now aware of the commotion and came outside to help. Her logic was to get the cows into the closest pasture rather than the pasture where the cows belonged. She proceeded to open the gate with the cattle crossing. It may be called a "cattle crossing" but cows sure do not cross over it. For those of you who may need an explanation a cattle crossing is a series of bars or wooden boards over an open hole that a truck can drive over, but cows are scared and will not cross. It keeps the cows were they are supposed to be. I shout out to mom, "The cows are not going to go over that cattle crossing! We can't put them in there!" She responds, "Oh, yeah...your right." hahaha
About this time, Daddy is rounding the corner with the cows. Acting like a mad man even more than before. He has his truck. I wouldn't have put it past him to run the cows over or even run me over if I had still been taking pictures. He even demanded that Mom go get the shot gun. Moral Dilemma? Does the wife submit and go get the gun? Ummm in this case she exercised wisdom and responded. "No."
With a little bit of rock battling and yelling we succeeded in the right plan of attack to get each of the cows back to into the pasture.
There is always one dumb cow that is usually the leader of the other dumb cows that causes all of the mischief. This dumb cow was the last one to enter the gate. She had a bit of a stubborn attitude that did not please the father at all. The gate is wide open and she chooses to go in the opposite direction.
Sometimes I think we are a lot like dumb cows. We are stubborn. When the gate is wide open and our Father is shouting, "Go this way! Listen to me!" We run the opposite way. We break out of the pasture and put our selves in danger by being in the road to try to fulfill our own will and desires. Our stubborn attitudes don't please the Father.
If you ask my Dad why he likes his cows or why he has cows, he will probably respond, "Because I like them, I reckon." They bring him pleasure.
Pictures from the day!
Pictures from the trip home....reading on the porch, hanging out with Whitney, mexican with Jenna and Laura, ladies at mom's shop, dinner with the family, Whitney and Bonnie cow chasers, Sadie's tricks, and Gedneys!
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Well, I guess your mama will post a comment now that I know how. My comment on the cow part is .... No Comment. However, I will admit to being like a dumb cow....sometimes....maybe...just a little. Well, a lot, but God isn't finished with me yet! Praise the Lord!!
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