Tangle Tree Ranch

Our once so nice and gentle bull, is no longer that. He is a BULL. His breed is know to get a bit though as they get older, and he became that. Bob has chased him by hollering and screaming, I have made him back up for 300 yards, and he tried to intimidate me. So we knew, we better not turn our back on him. An interesting way of life, but so is farming. But Bruno, as his name is, got out this morning. I was not going to chase him back in, nor was Bob. So we left for our doings in Devils Lake. Bruno was resting in the yard when we came back, good bull.

But now comes the fun, he needed to breed the cows, who calved a few weeks back, so either we moved them or Bruno. For some reason I felt like we had a two headed snake in our lap, so no mater what we would do, we could get hurt. But I, as a smart Norwegian woman, remembered that Bruno used to come when I called his name, and I shook a bucket of corn. I said let us move Bruno in with the cows. Bob looked at me, and, well I am not sure what he thought. But I reassured him that I would be safe. He explained to me, in great detail, how to hurtle a fence and get on the roof of the barn. So I felt safe. I got my bright yellow bucket, filled it with some corn, picked up a 2by2 piece of lumber, and off I went. Bruno, Bruno, kom her gutt, ( All our animals do understand Norwegian, so that is how I call him) and of course he came. Nice and slow, just like I hoped. I like it when a great plan comes together, don't you???

So Bruno follows me, as I am BACKING UP on the way to his new pen. He stops by Bob, so here comes the LOUD SCREAMING North Dakota man to his glory. The bull moves in to his new pen, we are unhurt, breathing normally and life on the farm is never laid back.

Other than this uneventful event, we have so far had a laid back Labor day weekend. Just rested, enjoyed life, weeded garden, made plans for next year, drawn out our new shop, planed a fencing party, eaten good food and done regular chores.