S T O R I E S

Note: Hi Good Neighbor,
I have another short-story for you. You may want to strap yourself in your chair before reading it. This really happened. I am not creative enough to have made this up. Enjoy! Mary

Every morning, during chores, I take a coffee can filled with alfalfa pellets/cow cake out to the heifers.

I hand-feed a couple of the pellets to the heifers and to my dog “Chloe”, before dumping the remaining pellets into the 50 gallon Rubbermaid feeder bunk.

Yesterday morning I handed off an alfalfa pellet to one of my heifers. She fumbled the pellet, and the scrimmage began.

Immediately...Chloe the heifer and I, all scrambled to retrieve the pellet.

Chloe yipped and ran off after being butted by the heifer!

I almost yipped and ran off after being tackled to the ground by the same heifer.

On my way to the ground, I hit the edge of the feed bunk flipping it right over the top of me. Surely I looked like a wounded turtle, little legs a flailing while laying on the ground covered with monster shell.

Fortunately, all that was left hurting was Chloe’s and my feelings.

Mary Streed (CO)