Catching a Calf at Midnight (aka, #RanchLife)

Last night was a great night. Matt came over. Grandparents came over. Cousins came over. Delicious food was consumed. Laughter was abundant. Molly was a brat (needless to say). And then everyone left and things started falling apart.

Less than five minutes after Matt left the house, Kale came running up to the house yelling that one of the calves we're weaning, named Jet, was on the other side of the fence. We quickly ran outside to help get him back in his spot. Side note: we just pulled these babies from the other pasture, away from their mommy's, about 24 hours before. So they were crying (mooing) a lot. Well, we couldn't hear him, so the mini search quickly turned into a full-scale "search and rescue" with dad on the fourwheeler, mom in dad's truck, and me in mom's Jeep. Dad was sure he was in the field just to our north on the other side of our fence (that field is of course not fenced) so our efforts were concentrated there for quite a while until we had searched every square inch, when we began driving up and down the road, into the little turn around things at field entrances, etc. We covered the entire stretch of road that we live on, including side roads, searching for the calf. Eventually, a call for help was put out on Facebook and we decided the search would have to commence in the morning when we could see the jet-black calf that had escaped into the middle of nowhere with NO lighting to help us see.

We come in and everyone gets ready for bed, all slightly discouraged over not finding this calf. I laid in bed and thought I was hearing things - there was mooing coming from somewhere close. You're just hearing things because you wanted to find that calf so badly. Go to sleep, he'll be found in the morning. I laid there for a while longer and the mooing continued. Oh yeah, there are calves being weaned on the other side of the house. It's probably just them. After a few minutes, probably 5 total, I realized that mooing was not coming from the west side of the house, nor was it made up in my head - it was definitely coming from somewhere outside my window.

I hop out of bed, run down the stairs and tell my parents what I'm hearing. We all pull on our boots - in pajamas of course - and head out, thinking the calf is in the front yard and we'll be back inside in no time. We quickly see the calf isn't in the yard and take off for the road, thinking he's just on the other side of our fence, but in a spot we have to use the road to get to. False.

He was down the road, across the road, and in an entirely different field. How he got in, I have no clue. Thankfully dad thought well enough to bring the four wheeler, although unfortunately I had NO IDEA how to work it. Mom ran to get a rope, halter and gloves for dad. As she climbed the fence, she lost a shoe and ended up needing to borrow my right boot - leaving me with one bare foot (I forgot socks - brilliant). Also, the spotlight we had would only work if the four wheeler was on AND you shook it up. #sketch. Anyway, Daddy should have been a calf roper because he quickly got Jet roped. Holding on to the calf was an entirely different story though... he is definitely not halter broken and he gave dad quite a ride. At one point, running across the field to get him, my dad tripped in a hole and took a nice roll (definitely a 10 in the olympics of falling gracefully). Somehow, as mom was trying to explain to me how to put the four wheeler in drive (I had been reversing or putting it in neutral and pushing/pulling - no wonder I'm so sore!), the calf got out of the fence, ran across the road, ran down another road, and into the north field we originally thought he was in.

Mom headed to get an actual vehicle while dad and I started across the field on the four wheeler (with him at the wheel and me trying to avoid cutting my foot on the six foot high weeds). We find Jet and (eventually) catch him. We sent mom for the trailer so we could load him up, and dad had me drive the four wheeler on around to the other side of the calf to give better light (or something). Somehow during all the crazy driving of the four wheeler, the spotlight cord got pressed up against the muffler. As I'm sitting on the four wheeler with one shoe on and dad is holding on to a rope on the opposite end of a 500 lb. crazy calf, I see sparks. Then I smell smoke. Then I realize there's a mini fire. Dad tells me to get off the four wheeler...and a few seconds later, he realizes there's a legit fire going on. He hands me the calf rope (because clearly given a choice between me barefoot on gravel and nothing I was the obvious choice to hold the calf #not) and runs over to fix the fire. Apparently the nice way I had rolled the cord had fallen off when I hopped off and it too had turned into a ball and caught fire. During all of this, I was convinced Jet was about to rip a t-post out of the ground and break away (I believe he did bend a few pretty well).

As we get the fire put out, mom pulls up in the trailer. We start to get the calf on the trailer, and it looks like a successful try...when he slips loose. Dad re-catches him, and again we were just inches away from having him in the trailer when he decides to make a break for the fence...forcing his dead through, then his shoulders, then his entire body. Well I guess we know what fence to start with when fixing at least...

Dad headed back to the barns on the four wheeler to fix fences so we don't have anymore escapees tonight, and I was locked in the trailer for the ride back (there was no way I was walking more than a few feet on dark gravel in an overgrown field where I had no idea where the next snake would come from). When we got back, I looked like a trapped child peeking though the gate, mom and I wished we had a camera, and decided this was blog material, if nothing else (although I'm thinking some sort of terrible initiation).

Lessons learned: keep your fences in tip-top shape, don't go out to catch cattle without your socks on, don't let me touch anything that could potentially start a fire, and keep a running tab at the orthopedic doctor for the Kennedy family (dad's arm/ribs may need to be checked, and mom and Kale just went in today).

This story probably has some hilarious parts left out, so it may be edited as mom and I continue laughing about our misadventure in retelling it for the next few days.

Also, catching a 150 pound lamb is much easier than catching a 500 pound calf. #TeamSheep

#High5Friday

If you yardbirds listen to the Sports Animal, you know what voice I'm saying this in:

"High five!"

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Anyway, tonight I'll be running with the fastest girl(s) in town under that Oklahoma sky. Don't worry, we'll be safe and not make any stops at the baggage claim to pick up nobody's fool.

Anyone catching on yet? 

Brenna, Lori Jo Twin & I are headed to the Miranda Lambert concert tonight! It's going to be a night of fun with two of my favorite girls.We bought these tickets the day they went on sale, so needless to say we've been counting down for a while. Side note, I think we need to make a trip to the Pink Pistol in the near future, ladies.

What else deserves a high five this week? 

Well, Tuesday night I cooked. Shut the front door. That's right, I cooked and everyone is still alive!

Matt requested Pizza Quesadillas, so after a stop at the local grocery store for ingredients, I was ready for the challenge. I also made chocolate chip cookies - from scratch. I'm practically becoming a mini Pioneer Woman. Anyway, my family wasn't so sure about the Pizza Quesadillas at first, but once they saw me making the first one, they quickly warmed up to the idea (even the pickiest eater Kale!). 

No pictures, but they're super easy. Lay out two flour tortillas. Spread some pizza sauce (which apparently is also spaghetti sauce? I have no idea) on each one of them - about a spoonful per tortilla. Throw the first one into a pan, sauce side up, add cheese & pepperoni, then put the second tortilla on top, sauce side down. Then just cook them like a normal quesadilla. Matt told me I should definitely add these to my growing cooking resume :) 

Another thing that deserves a high five (I feel like I'm talking a lot about food today):

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Add some salsa for dipping (I used this kind on Tuesday) and you have a delicious snack. So tasty.

Calving season is in full swing!

This little sweetheart made her way into the world earlier this week. I've been told all that hair is a good thing, and I must say, I love a fluffy little calf! And her pink nose is just too cute.

Last night, the adventures of moving Matt continued, when I rode in the back of his parents' van with his TV. Apparently it was a picture-worthy moment - and I'm not including the one he got of me looking for the "cute little puppy" as I awkwardly tried to hold up the TV and turn to look...at a nonexistent animal. Regardless, it was fun, and the moving will continue Saturday! And the Thunder won, so that is a double win for Thursday!

Other awesomeness this week?

#C25K (aka, running) & tanning at the gym, being sore from Kaden's ab workout challenge & a new blog design & name! Sprinkles & Glitter are totally the it things, in my book at least.

Happy weekend!