So things are feeling a bit out of control here. Yesterday was just plan crazy. For starters Mom and I woke up to a flat tire on the flatbed trailer. The same flatbed that will be used to haul the old tack room off. So that meant we had to make a run to town and while in town we decided to get Easter Dinner as well as the tire. When we got home Egg sales were kind of crazy. Those that said they were coming to buy eggs didn’t show up and others did. We also had our first customer drop a dozen before getting to their car. The thing is that they then expected us to replace them. We did but we won’t do it again. Once you pay for them they are your responsibility to get to your car. After Mom replaced the eggs she looked up to find a horse running like wild fire down the road to the Highway.
Then all “H” “E” Double Hockey Sticks Broke loose. I had the trailer on the truck because I was getting ready to head to a rodeo. That means that Mom had to use the truck very carefully to get around the horse and cut him off with the trailer in tow. Man, she may not be able to back that baby up worth a hoot but put a horse in danger and she can get that truck and trailer around a horse over a crooked bridge and into position between the horse and the Highway in no time and like a champ I might add.
We called the sheriff’s department who sent an officer but I have to be honest, He didn’t even help us. He drove to the neighbor’s house that we thought the horse might belong to and brought them to the horse then the just watched what happened. Anyway, after Mom cut the horse off we got him in our other neighbors yard. Thinking the horse was just scared I roped him but I was on foot and at first he turned to look at me. Normally when a Horse faces you on the other end of a rope, if they have any sense or handling at all, they will slowly calm down and you can talk to them while walking up the rope very slowly. However, This sucker was plum crazy. At this point he took off to the highway again. This time another truck saw what was going on and it turned in front of the horse and headed it for the second time away from the highway and back into the neighbor’s yard.
This time we to the horse in an area of our neighbor’s yard that it could be enclosed. It is at this point that the officer returned to the scene with the horse owners. Mom and I backed off as if they are the owners the horse should be used to them and they should be able to work with him right??? Well, they came and brought him a bucket of feed. That would make one think they had been catching him that way. So when we saw him thrash the bucket into pieces and not pay a bit of attention to the feed, we knew that wasn’t the case. The owners made several attempts to get close to the horse but after they made it apparent that they had no idea what they were doing Mom stepped in. We used the slow crowd method to get a hold of the rope that I had roped him with and then we dallied him off to a post where Mom held him in place. He fought so hard and so much he was actually choking himself to death. Mom acted fast giving each person their a job. My job was to Mug the horse. This means to get my hands around the horses neck and guide him … in the case guide him to the ground so he doesn’t get hurt. The owners were to move in fast when he went down and use a jacket to cover his eyes. Mom was still on the other end of that rope that was dallied holding on for dear life. (She is such a great working horse … LOL) Anyway, in a matter of seconds the whole thing played out like Mom said it would. The horse went down I got it’s head and when Mom yelled “NOW” the owner didn’t come in with the jacket to cover the horse’s eyes. Instead I looked up to find the jacket being thrown at me. So that left me to not only to guide him to the ground but I had to get the halter on him and get the jacket over his eyes as well.
Don’t worry I got it done. With Mom holding the dally I knew she would try to keep me as safe as possible. Finally, he was laying on the ground his halter on and his head covered. At this point Mom ordered both owners to take ahold of his head and keep him calm. The issue now was that when we released the rope to make sure he didn’t hurt himself and so that he could get good deep breaths. He decided to try us again. With no options left, Mom had me tie him down like a steer. It didn’t hurt him and he got a chance to stop fighting and catch his breathe and all of us got a chance to catch ours and formulate a plan to get the horse home. (not to mention Mom getting a break from holding that horse on the other end of that rope. Mom is not little girl but he out weighted he by quite a bit.)
With the horse under control the owner called someone with a trailer and some help. Mom and I headed back to the house to get ready to go roping. I left and got to the friend’s house I was riding with just as he was getting ready to leave. Talk about cutting it close … Anyway, I left and went roping. I took first in the first round, second in the second round and first in the average. It was after 1am when I got home and on the way to pick me up and bring me home Mom was stopped by a “safety check point”. She got stopped both coming to get me and taking me home … LOL … Gotta love the police they are like Santa they are checking it twice.
Anyway, I got up this morning more sore then I have ever been in my life … Okay, that I can remember anyway! And guess what? For the first time in like 10 days there was no wind. That means Mom and I had to use the day to get the tin up on the leanto. Okay, I am going to tell you the truth. Because Mom and I were so sore from the whole roping a wild horse thing the day before we took almost an hour to get three pieced of tin up on the roof of that barn.
You see Mom had to lift 12 foot long pieces of tin over the head, place them with the right over lap and then I screwed them down. With really sore arm muscles all those simple tasks took so much more out of us. We got to the last 5 pieces of tin and the wall to do and we took a break to wait on Dad to get home.
When he gets home before he even helps us get back to work on the barn, he informs Mom he needs a new battery for the car. He then tells her that he had to get a jump at work in order to get home. Mom was puzzled because she couldn’t figure out why it would go from working to just plain Dead. Normally there are things that happen before a car battery just goes all the way dead. As she inquires more she found out that not only had Dad’s car been messing up but the check battery light had been coming on. However, Dad didn’t really worry since it always went back off. LOL I love my Dad but sometimes I swear he is the dingy woman that cartoons make fun of about taking care of a car. He is the kind of Man that would lose the L10 cap and think that blinker fluid is a real item. LOL
Anyway, Mom sent Dad to get dinner while her and I got the last of the tin on the East wall and the roof. Tomorrow I will post you some pictures of it and hopefully get to fill you in on a few more things that have been happening around here … For now it is late and I am sore and tired. I am going to bed.