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Saturday, September 17, 2011
The Diva Left the Barn... The Barn Hasn't Left the Diva
I've had precious little reason to mention my passion for yoga in this blog. Writing has been a key component to my personal journey of self-exploration, once the kids took off on their personal adventures in elementary school, yoga has been the other. I worship on the altar of body-with-breath, and in that mental space, my mind quiets and the spirit comes to me. I have faith in things I cannot see and before this phase of my life, barely could bring myself to believe in. Faith has been a really rocky road for me, though so many of my friends and family are so unshakable in theirs... the tragedies of life pulled me far, far away from mine.
Yoga has brought me many good things. A refined focus on life, a clearer mind and, though it has been another rocky road, a much happier home for my spirit to reside - in both structural senses.
Recently, yoga brought me an incredible job offer.
I now work from home for Namaste TV I get to do yoga and write about it for a living! When the whole thing was in progress, I was in this land of 'Wow! I can't believe they even thought of me for this! How nice! What an honor!' My position had not yet been created. If you know anything about the ever-intricate land of Corporate-ville, creating a position can be a longer process than the life cycle of a tortoise.
You can imagine my mental status when, just about a week after the idea was entertained, I had a job offer... I nearly required a loader tractor to lift my jaw off the floor!
We're in an adjustment phase now; but really, I am living a dream! The kids go to school and I am in yoga land... doing it, breathing it, learning more, writing about it. What a thrill!
To make room for this thrill, I had to let go of my post at the farm though. I thought I'd miss the cows more. I do miss the hours of mingling and moving with and through the cows (except when the movement is kicking), I miss the air (isn't that hard to believe? It's true!) I miss the people I milked with. But I LOVE this work! It's working out for the family as well, as I am home, showered and ready to tackle homework (and often dinner is already in progress!) by the time the kids get off the bus.
I mentioned we're in an adjustment phase... oh, yes, we are.
Farm income was weekly. Freelance income is monthly. Therefore, we have a few weeks of unavailable income to get through. So I am revisiting something I rather enjoyed before I returned to the barn... being a "Frugal Gourmet".
The kitchen may as well be a science lab as I use the most basic ingredients to make things you wouldn't think could be made at home. Laundry detergent, anyone? Yup, you can (and many thanks to some great gal-pals who shared that little tidbit!) Homemade granola and caramel corn, like my grandmother used to make and I LOVED! Today (and the reason for the blog entry) it's homemade coffee creamer.
This is so easy it is sad. I had to share. I can't tell you how many times in the last few years I have run to the store SOLELY for coffee creamer. Not doing that again! The first recipe I ever used came from Frugalvillage
1 (14 oz.) can sweetened condensed milk
1 1/2 Cups Skim Milk
You can flavor with these:
Chocolate Almond: 1 Tbsp. cocoa powder, 1 tsp almond extract
Vanilla: 2 tsp. vanilla extract
Cappuccino: 1 tsp. almond extract, 1/2 tsp. orange extract (GOOD Stuff!)
Strudel: 1 TBSP cinnamon, 1 tsp. vanilla extract 1 tsp. almond extract
Chocolate Raspberry: 2 tsp. cocoa powder, 2 Tbsp. Raspberry syrup
Measure all into a 32. oz. container (with cover) seal and shake. You can store in the 'fridge for up to two weeks.
Today, I got adventurous and made my own recipe. I mixed 24 oz. Fat-free half & half with 1 Tbsp cocoa powder and 3 Tbsp. Hazelnut syrup. The powder didn't mix into the cold half & half so great, so next time I will probably add some homemade chocolate syrup (my next project for the day) It stirred into my coffee just fine though.
So there you go. I haven't posted in months; but the Barn Diva is still around. Out of the barn and onto the mat... but never out of the dairy! Make sure you show the gals in the barn (and your body!) some love and get your proper servings too!
Yoga has brought me many good things. A refined focus on life, a clearer mind and, though it has been another rocky road, a much happier home for my spirit to reside - in both structural senses.
Recently, yoga brought me an incredible job offer.
I now work from home for Namaste TV I get to do yoga and write about it for a living! When the whole thing was in progress, I was in this land of 'Wow! I can't believe they even thought of me for this! How nice! What an honor!' My position had not yet been created. If you know anything about the ever-intricate land of Corporate-ville, creating a position can be a longer process than the life cycle of a tortoise.
You can imagine my mental status when, just about a week after the idea was entertained, I had a job offer... I nearly required a loader tractor to lift my jaw off the floor!
We're in an adjustment phase now; but really, I am living a dream! The kids go to school and I am in yoga land... doing it, breathing it, learning more, writing about it. What a thrill!
To make room for this thrill, I had to let go of my post at the farm though. I thought I'd miss the cows more. I do miss the hours of mingling and moving with and through the cows (except when the movement is kicking), I miss the air (isn't that hard to believe? It's true!) I miss the people I milked with. But I LOVE this work! It's working out for the family as well, as I am home, showered and ready to tackle homework (and often dinner is already in progress!) by the time the kids get off the bus.
I mentioned we're in an adjustment phase... oh, yes, we are.
Farm income was weekly. Freelance income is monthly. Therefore, we have a few weeks of unavailable income to get through. So I am revisiting something I rather enjoyed before I returned to the barn... being a "Frugal Gourmet".
The kitchen may as well be a science lab as I use the most basic ingredients to make things you wouldn't think could be made at home. Laundry detergent, anyone? Yup, you can (and many thanks to some great gal-pals who shared that little tidbit!) Homemade granola and caramel corn, like my grandmother used to make and I LOVED! Today (and the reason for the blog entry) it's homemade coffee creamer.
This is so easy it is sad. I had to share. I can't tell you how many times in the last few years I have run to the store SOLELY for coffee creamer. Not doing that again! The first recipe I ever used came from Frugalvillage
1 (14 oz.) can sweetened condensed milk
1 1/2 Cups Skim Milk
You can flavor with these:
Chocolate Almond: 1 Tbsp. cocoa powder, 1 tsp almond extract
Vanilla: 2 tsp. vanilla extract
Cappuccino: 1 tsp. almond extract, 1/2 tsp. orange extract (GOOD Stuff!)
Strudel: 1 TBSP cinnamon, 1 tsp. vanilla extract 1 tsp. almond extract
Chocolate Raspberry: 2 tsp. cocoa powder, 2 Tbsp. Raspberry syrup
Measure all into a 32. oz. container (with cover) seal and shake. You can store in the 'fridge for up to two weeks.
Today, I got adventurous and made my own recipe. I mixed 24 oz. Fat-free half & half with 1 Tbsp cocoa powder and 3 Tbsp. Hazelnut syrup. The powder didn't mix into the cold half & half so great, so next time I will probably add some homemade chocolate syrup (my next project for the day) It stirred into my coffee just fine though.
So there you go. I haven't posted in months; but the Barn Diva is still around. Out of the barn and onto the mat... but never out of the dairy! Make sure you show the gals in the barn (and your body!) some love and get your proper servings too!
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Watercolor and Whitewash
Sometimes, I feel sorry for people whose occupations are so image oriented. Politicians, executives, celebrities... they are forced to focus on the minutia of life. Who-said-what? How does this make me look to this other image-obsessed person whom I must report to in order to make myself seem bigger/more important? OH! We can't use THAT word because it might give off THIS message when the message really needs to be THIS! Not because that is what is accurate, but because that is what puts the best possible light on This Thing that everyone already knows is a spade; but we need to make it look like a diamond.
Really?
Reality?
Real?
Get real!
Field work is going on outside my door. People who, as fast as their eyes pop open and they plant their feet in their shoes, are out the door and on a tractor. They are tilling and planting; painting the earth with a base coat of seeds that will mingle with the brown soil and the clear rain and the warm sun and give rise to the most saturated green leaves and soft golden tassels, rich purple and sweetly scented, bright white blossoms! They work in the dust and the warmth of a sunny afternoon, long into the damp and cooling evenings. Long past the point of tired. Long past the concern of being dirty, sweaty and sore from riding across bumpy fields for endless hours. Way beyond their own image, with only the goal of getting it done in their determined minds.
It's got nothing to do with image or what career move is now possible because this-or-that was said or not said.
And here I stand, the color commentator. Smack in the middle of it all. Appreciative, amused, accepting, and a little annoyed. Let me splash a little color around, if I may.
Every image oriented person on this earth should have the PRIVILEGE of working in a 'field capacity' for a week or a month of their lives, at least every year. When they got done, how worried would they be about this word or that sound bite? What would they find more rewarding? How important would the ladder be, after spending some time at ground level? Would greasing the wheels seem as important to them as greasing an axle? Maybe more, maybe less...
There is a difference between living and surviving. Highly paid professionals LIVE a more affluent lifestyle as a general rule than those who earn their keep in a more basic nature... but their SURVIVAL is more dependent on the opinion and influence of the people around them, their survival is harder to predict, because opinions and intentions change from moment-to-moment.
Those who exist in a more elemental world SURVIVE (and allow others to survive) because of what they do with their hands, bodies and brains. They live with less material opulence; but they LIVE with the satisfaction of putting a tired body to bed at the end of the day and a mind that knows the job has been done and done well. The result of that day does not depend on someone else's opinion. Their annual evaluation will happen as brown fields turn green, get tall and yield crops as a result of their efforts.
That kind of quantification I understand.
That's real to me.
I'm off to play with a little white paint... but when I am done with that, I am going to milk cows.
I hope you can enjoy your day as much as I am going to enjoy mine!
Keeping it real.
Your's Most Truly,
The Barn Diva.
Really?
Reality?
Real?
Get real!
Field work is going on outside my door. People who, as fast as their eyes pop open and they plant their feet in their shoes, are out the door and on a tractor. They are tilling and planting; painting the earth with a base coat of seeds that will mingle with the brown soil and the clear rain and the warm sun and give rise to the most saturated green leaves and soft golden tassels, rich purple and sweetly scented, bright white blossoms! They work in the dust and the warmth of a sunny afternoon, long into the damp and cooling evenings. Long past the point of tired. Long past the concern of being dirty, sweaty and sore from riding across bumpy fields for endless hours. Way beyond their own image, with only the goal of getting it done in their determined minds.
It's got nothing to do with image or what career move is now possible because this-or-that was said or not said.
And here I stand, the color commentator. Smack in the middle of it all. Appreciative, amused, accepting, and a little annoyed. Let me splash a little color around, if I may.
Every image oriented person on this earth should have the PRIVILEGE of working in a 'field capacity' for a week or a month of their lives, at least every year. When they got done, how worried would they be about this word or that sound bite? What would they find more rewarding? How important would the ladder be, after spending some time at ground level? Would greasing the wheels seem as important to them as greasing an axle? Maybe more, maybe less...
There is a difference between living and surviving. Highly paid professionals LIVE a more affluent lifestyle as a general rule than those who earn their keep in a more basic nature... but their SURVIVAL is more dependent on the opinion and influence of the people around them, their survival is harder to predict, because opinions and intentions change from moment-to-moment.
Those who exist in a more elemental world SURVIVE (and allow others to survive) because of what they do with their hands, bodies and brains. They live with less material opulence; but they LIVE with the satisfaction of putting a tired body to bed at the end of the day and a mind that knows the job has been done and done well. The result of that day does not depend on someone else's opinion. Their annual evaluation will happen as brown fields turn green, get tall and yield crops as a result of their efforts.
That kind of quantification I understand.
That's real to me.
I'm off to play with a little white paint... but when I am done with that, I am going to milk cows.
I hope you can enjoy your day as much as I am going to enjoy mine!
Keeping it real.
Your's Most Truly,
The Barn Diva.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
A Princess Gets a Diva Makeover
Tomorrow will find me giving a presentation on dairy farming to a class of Kindergarteners. WHEW! FLASHBACK! I spent an entire Thanksgiving and spring break doing this, half a lifetime ago.
Those were my days as a county dairy princess. We have touched on this topic here, but I haven't really gone into what a dairy princess does. (Yes, they still exist!) The county princess serves as a public relations figure for the dairy industry. Of course, there are the smile-and-wave, brainless events; but there are also news articles to write, public service announcements to record for local radio, speeches to give and classrooms to educate. As a young about-to-be communications major, this was a year of personal growth for me.
The Kindergarten classes were where some of the best memories were created! This was mainly due to the part about this whole job I really disliked the most: The Getup. Oh, yeah. Because you CANNOT be a princess without a crown and sash! And, as much as I tried to convince my committee otherwise, a skirt or dress was a must. With Pantyhose. OH. CRAP.
My jeans and flannel shirt wept for me... My grandmother wanted to weep too, as I became rather expert at getting out of that costume and into said comfy clothes in the front seat of her car while she was driving, regardless of the locale of the road we were currently traversing! I'm sure that car was pretty interesting to more than a few truck drivers in the lanes beside us that year...
But, the crown, the dress and pretty shoes equal a REAL PRINCESS to a five-year-old. I would sit and tell them the story of "Dairee the Cow" and, inevitably, feel a tiny hand rubbing my "Leggs" encased shin. Then, there were the stories. Anyone who has had the pleasure conversing with a five-year-old knows that for every story you have to share, they have an equal-in-interest, double-in-length story for you!
My grandmother always came to my appearances with me. I'll never forget the one school where a child asked me why the cows behind her house liked to give each other piggy back rides... Poor grandma went white, wondering what my reply would be! That question was immediately followed by a little boy who informed me (and mind you, this was a city school) that his father was also a farmer and milked bulls and dogs and fish.
So tomorrow, this rural classroom will get the princess routine The Diva Way. No crown or sash... I may even be dressed for work as I have to be in the barn 15 minutes after the close of my presentation! The Diva has mom experience The Princess did not have. She knows that the only thing equal to the magic of a crown and sash is the hands-on experience of seeing a real milking machine and holding the equipment a farmer uses to milk a cow. The Diva also knows that little cubes of cheese placed before eager eyes will ensure attentive listeners, and a successful visit.
This one is going to be fun. I'll keep you posted on how it all turns out.
Those were my days as a county dairy princess. We have touched on this topic here, but I haven't really gone into what a dairy princess does. (Yes, they still exist!) The county princess serves as a public relations figure for the dairy industry. Of course, there are the smile-and-wave, brainless events; but there are also news articles to write, public service announcements to record for local radio, speeches to give and classrooms to educate. As a young about-to-be communications major, this was a year of personal growth for me.
The Kindergarten classes were where some of the best memories were created! This was mainly due to the part about this whole job I really disliked the most: The Getup. Oh, yeah. Because you CANNOT be a princess without a crown and sash! And, as much as I tried to convince my committee otherwise, a skirt or dress was a must. With Pantyhose. OH. CRAP.
My jeans and flannel shirt wept for me... My grandmother wanted to weep too, as I became rather expert at getting out of that costume and into said comfy clothes in the front seat of her car while she was driving, regardless of the locale of the road we were currently traversing! I'm sure that car was pretty interesting to more than a few truck drivers in the lanes beside us that year...
But, the crown, the dress and pretty shoes equal a REAL PRINCESS to a five-year-old. I would sit and tell them the story of "Dairee the Cow" and, inevitably, feel a tiny hand rubbing my "Leggs" encased shin. Then, there were the stories. Anyone who has had the pleasure conversing with a five-year-old knows that for every story you have to share, they have an equal-in-interest, double-in-length story for you!
My grandmother always came to my appearances with me. I'll never forget the one school where a child asked me why the cows behind her house liked to give each other piggy back rides... Poor grandma went white, wondering what my reply would be! That question was immediately followed by a little boy who informed me (and mind you, this was a city school) that his father was also a farmer and milked bulls and dogs and fish.
So tomorrow, this rural classroom will get the princess routine The Diva Way. No crown or sash... I may even be dressed for work as I have to be in the barn 15 minutes after the close of my presentation! The Diva has mom experience The Princess did not have. She knows that the only thing equal to the magic of a crown and sash is the hands-on experience of seeing a real milking machine and holding the equipment a farmer uses to milk a cow. The Diva also knows that little cubes of cheese placed before eager eyes will ensure attentive listeners, and a successful visit.
This one is going to be fun. I'll keep you posted on how it all turns out.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
The Cattle Log
For the last nine years I've been doing this rather crazy little project. Our county Holstein club partners with the neighboring county and puts together an auction of registered cattle. People consign cattle to the event and the club gets a commission from the sale of each animal that goes through the ring. Every auction needs a way to log it's items, and it is my job to put together the catalog for the annual sale.
For the most part, I enjoy the production of this book. I like sitting with my computer, entering the animals into a format that, after nine years, has become rather automatic to me. I like the history of the event, now in it's 63rd year, and appreciate the opportunity it provides for this community of dairyman to get together and appreciate each other and the beautiful animals they are raising.
What gets me a little nuts is all of the unknowns: how big will the book be this year? When will I get the consignments? Can I get it to the printer on time? Each entry takes about a half an hour to enter into the book. Say there are 80 entries - that's 40 hours of time that I have to find to get this project done!
It used to be less complicated, finding the time to do the book. When the kids were babies, I could cover a table with a layer of newspaper, a layer of white paper, fill an egg carton with poster paint, hand them paint brushes and buy myself at least an hour of quality catalog time every day! When that didn't work, there was television, DVD's, occasionally an ant invasion to hold their attention. My husband could be rather ingenious with setting the youngest up in his bouncy seat with an array of toys dangling from the ceiling and tacked to the wall of my office to keep him entertained. It always seemed to work.
When we lived near my in-laws, they were very gracious in sacrificing their weekends to assist my efforts. Mom would play with the kids and fix meals while I cranked out page after page. It worked. It was exhausting sometimes; but it worked.
Then we moved to the farm. No more familial support staff. In fact, it's a role reversal! I am needed in the barn! So not only is my help on the weekend a near seven hours out of reach, about 18 hours a week are completely unavailable.
It helps that the kids are in school. That usually means the mornings are free. Unless... with school comes PARTICIPATION! I love participation. I love being mom! But oh how I wish I could put all of those things on hold for about two months to regain just a snippet of time for this book! But that would mean putting the kids on hold, and were it not for them, I'd be working a full time job SOMEWHERE and be completely unavailable to do this project at all! So they must continue to come first. You just can't pause parenting.
So what really happens is I periodically turn into a whack job until the book is done. Because you can only plan so much in this thing and the rest is up to owners, obligations, and other unforeseen hiccups, glitches... and occasional grace and support from friends.
It's nuts. This year, I am wondering why I am driving myself crazy for this thing?
I know why. When my grandpa died, my family found, in a closet in his house, a stack containing a copy of nearly every club sale catalog ever produced in the approximately 50 years he was around to attend them. He enjoyed this sale enough to keep all of those books. Now I am the one who makes those books. I like to think he's still a part of it, because I am now a part of it. I hope someone thinks my books are good enough to collect and appreciates this event the way he did!
So it's after midnight and I am waiting for a copy of this year's catalog to print out so I can see what my next step is. I will be a tense, crazy whack job until the thing is finally shipped off to the printer; but it will be a fine book when it is done! In April, the people will attend the sale and peruse the book and (I hope!) have a great time. By then, I be might be happy I spent a month or two being a tense, crazy whack job.
For the most part, I enjoy the production of this book. I like sitting with my computer, entering the animals into a format that, after nine years, has become rather automatic to me. I like the history of the event, now in it's 63rd year, and appreciate the opportunity it provides for this community of dairyman to get together and appreciate each other and the beautiful animals they are raising.
What gets me a little nuts is all of the unknowns: how big will the book be this year? When will I get the consignments? Can I get it to the printer on time? Each entry takes about a half an hour to enter into the book. Say there are 80 entries - that's 40 hours of time that I have to find to get this project done!
It used to be less complicated, finding the time to do the book. When the kids were babies, I could cover a table with a layer of newspaper, a layer of white paper, fill an egg carton with poster paint, hand them paint brushes and buy myself at least an hour of quality catalog time every day! When that didn't work, there was television, DVD's, occasionally an ant invasion to hold their attention. My husband could be rather ingenious with setting the youngest up in his bouncy seat with an array of toys dangling from the ceiling and tacked to the wall of my office to keep him entertained. It always seemed to work.
When we lived near my in-laws, they were very gracious in sacrificing their weekends to assist my efforts. Mom would play with the kids and fix meals while I cranked out page after page. It worked. It was exhausting sometimes; but it worked.
Then we moved to the farm. No more familial support staff. In fact, it's a role reversal! I am needed in the barn! So not only is my help on the weekend a near seven hours out of reach, about 18 hours a week are completely unavailable.
It helps that the kids are in school. That usually means the mornings are free. Unless... with school comes PARTICIPATION! I love participation. I love being mom! But oh how I wish I could put all of those things on hold for about two months to regain just a snippet of time for this book! But that would mean putting the kids on hold, and were it not for them, I'd be working a full time job SOMEWHERE and be completely unavailable to do this project at all! So they must continue to come first. You just can't pause parenting.
So what really happens is I periodically turn into a whack job until the book is done. Because you can only plan so much in this thing and the rest is up to owners, obligations, and other unforeseen hiccups, glitches... and occasional grace and support from friends.
It's nuts. This year, I am wondering why I am driving myself crazy for this thing?
I know why. When my grandpa died, my family found, in a closet in his house, a stack containing a copy of nearly every club sale catalog ever produced in the approximately 50 years he was around to attend them. He enjoyed this sale enough to keep all of those books. Now I am the one who makes those books. I like to think he's still a part of it, because I am now a part of it. I hope someone thinks my books are good enough to collect and appreciates this event the way he did!
So it's after midnight and I am waiting for a copy of this year's catalog to print out so I can see what my next step is. I will be a tense, crazy whack job until the thing is finally shipped off to the printer; but it will be a fine book when it is done! In April, the people will attend the sale and peruse the book and (I hope!) have a great time. By then, I be might be happy I spent a month or two being a tense, crazy whack job.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Doing Laps with Lillyanne
Walking along the path to the farm, recently white-washed with a fresh coat of snow, I noticed a calf standing outside our heifer barn. Oh boy... getting a loose calf back in the barn can be quite simple, or it can be a strategic contest of wills! This youngster, who appeared to be about six months old, caught sight of me quickly and took off around the back side of the barn.
It would seem we were off to the races.
Not wanting to spend all day chasing a calf, I went to the main barn to round up some assistance. Thinking I had accomplished that, I walked back to the heifer barn. My rose-colored glasses perfectly in place, I began to think this would probably go much more smoothly than I originally anticipated. It just took a gentle nature, patience and possession of a little more intelligence than the calf...
(Anyone reading this who has worked with cattle is snickering at this point.)
I got just close enough to realize the escapee was none other than my SWEET Lillyanne, before she galloped off to make another lap around the barn. I calmly opened the door to the pens and walked in further to adjust the gates enough so she could get a little ways back in the barn, and none of her buddies could get out. I envisioned her walking in, me coming in quietly behind her and closing the big door. Piece of cake! Then reposition the gates to let her in her pen... problem solved!
Think again, Diva Girl. Lillyanne walked partway in just as I anticipated, and never took her eyes off of me. The moment I started to get close to the door, she was trotting off for another trip around the barn! I lost track of how many laps we made around that barn before an assistant arrived.
Same plan, two people! I replaced my rose-colored glasses and we try again. Guess what? Lillyanne outfoxed us both! This is the little baby born so weak just this past summer, correct? This afternoon was proof she is one smart, healthy little pain-in-the...
(I did not just say that.)
Assistant Number Two arrived and, at long last, Lillyanne was returned to her pen.
Some people think cows are stupid. I don't buy it. Cows are not as inquisitive as a horse. However, I do believe they are intelligent, and at times quite stubborn! They learn their routines, they have personalities, and when they decide they are going in a different stall or taking off to see the sights - there's not a whole lot you can do to convince them otherwise. Ever seen a cow chew her cud? How thoughtful they look! Perhaps they were made to digest their food in this manner in order to have time to mull over whatever other life questions they might have...
Sometimes we'd all be a little better off to slow down and chew our mental cuds a bit longer.
I don't believe in stupid people any more than I believe in stupid cows. People learn and grow in many different ways. Just because someone chooses to experience life outside of their respective 'barn' and refuses to go down the expected path of life, doesn't make them any less intelligent than the rest of us. Perhaps they are MORE intelligent. They're choosing a different route, and maybe they will see things we won't see, because we're too busy "doing it right". Some take longer to process information and form their thoughts, but that doesn't make them stupid. It just makes them thorough.
Hey Lillyanne, should we go another lap? Maybe we should wait until the temperature is above freezing!
It would seem we were off to the races.
Not wanting to spend all day chasing a calf, I went to the main barn to round up some assistance. Thinking I had accomplished that, I walked back to the heifer barn. My rose-colored glasses perfectly in place, I began to think this would probably go much more smoothly than I originally anticipated. It just took a gentle nature, patience and possession of a little more intelligence than the calf...
(Anyone reading this who has worked with cattle is snickering at this point.)
I got just close enough to realize the escapee was none other than my SWEET Lillyanne, before she galloped off to make another lap around the barn. I calmly opened the door to the pens and walked in further to adjust the gates enough so she could get a little ways back in the barn, and none of her buddies could get out. I envisioned her walking in, me coming in quietly behind her and closing the big door. Piece of cake! Then reposition the gates to let her in her pen... problem solved!
Think again, Diva Girl. Lillyanne walked partway in just as I anticipated, and never took her eyes off of me. The moment I started to get close to the door, she was trotting off for another trip around the barn! I lost track of how many laps we made around that barn before an assistant arrived.
Same plan, two people! I replaced my rose-colored glasses and we try again. Guess what? Lillyanne outfoxed us both! This is the little baby born so weak just this past summer, correct? This afternoon was proof she is one smart, healthy little pain-in-the...
(I did not just say that.)
Assistant Number Two arrived and, at long last, Lillyanne was returned to her pen.
Some people think cows are stupid. I don't buy it. Cows are not as inquisitive as a horse. However, I do believe they are intelligent, and at times quite stubborn! They learn their routines, they have personalities, and when they decide they are going in a different stall or taking off to see the sights - there's not a whole lot you can do to convince them otherwise. Ever seen a cow chew her cud? How thoughtful they look! Perhaps they were made to digest their food in this manner in order to have time to mull over whatever other life questions they might have...
Sometimes we'd all be a little better off to slow down and chew our mental cuds a bit longer.
I don't believe in stupid people any more than I believe in stupid cows. People learn and grow in many different ways. Just because someone chooses to experience life outside of their respective 'barn' and refuses to go down the expected path of life, doesn't make them any less intelligent than the rest of us. Perhaps they are MORE intelligent. They're choosing a different route, and maybe they will see things we won't see, because we're too busy "doing it right". Some take longer to process information and form their thoughts, but that doesn't make them stupid. It just makes them thorough.
Hey Lillyanne, should we go another lap? Maybe we should wait until the temperature is above freezing!
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