Meet my Farmer husband and I.
He looks pretty sweet doesn’t he? YES… he cleans up very well, he’s my kind of perfect, and yes he is the sweetest of sweet, but there’s a BUT!
Back in 1993 I fell in love with my Farmer… head-over heels, over the moon, madly in love! Who couldn’t fall in love with a man who raises and cares for animals like they’re his own children?! Hands off ladies, he’s all mine!
Just look at this face!
… not the #hereford bulls’ face silly! The frosted beard, damn fine lookin’ Farmer face on the right!
BUT what you don’t know about this perfect Farmer of mine, is that he has another side to him! A “who are you, and what did you do with my husband”, side! A side that only comes out during a certain #farmlife “activity”… when we’re chasing or moving cows. If things don’t go right (which they typically NEVER do)… hence the well-known phrase “it’s like herding cattle”, my Farmer turns into a man I don’t know.
Now I’ve chased/moved a few cows with him over the past 22 years, and I like to think I’m pretty damn good at it! Don’t move too fast, don’t yell, don’t get in front of them, keep them along the fence line, and don’t look them in the eyes… and everything will be just fine. Well… almost fine. When the cows don’t move to where you want/need them to, I like to think that’s simply because they too have an agenda of their own. BUT that’s not what my Farmer thinks… if they get away on us, I’m pretty much always to blame. “What are you doing Faye?!”, “Get over here Faye!”, “Hurry up Faye!”, “Not that way Faye!”, “Seriously Faye?!”…
YUP… that’s pretty much how it goes when the cows don’t cooperate. 😦 But here’s the other BUT. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even when the cows get away, and my Farmer turns into a man I don’t know… I’m a pretty happy #farmwife … like really happy, gushing happy… couldn’t ask for anything more happy! 🙂
So what happens after we get the cows where they need to be, and all is peaceful again on our farm? This is what happens:
BUT… reverse the picture! It would be me, the farmwife holding the umbrella over my Farmers’ head… just because I’m mad at him, doesn’t mean I stop loving him. ❤ 🙂
At 11:15 this morning, while working at my desk, I received a text from my Farmer: “I need help now please. And don’t overdress, because you’ll be running in snow up to your waist.”
That text was a signal, that I was about to see the man I don’t know yet again. BUT… I bundled up (lightly), and headed out to help him chase a heifer that got out of the fence, and into the bushes. This time it wasn’t too bad actually… we managed to get her back in, without too many f-bombs. I guess this time, I did exactly what I needed to do…. which was running through thistle burs and 4-foot snow banks so that the heifer would go exactly where we needed her to go. Thank you heifer. 😉
Will I help my Farmer move/chase cows again? Of course I will. Actually with todays’ price of cattle, I’ll pretty much do anything to help raise them on our farm! 🙂