Holy cow! ~ Harry Caray
We’re a non-stop Halliburton shop tonight, so this will be a short post. We’re also under siege which means, while it’s been non-stop at the non-gate for me, it’s not been non-stop for Halliburton.
The resident bovines have chosen tonight to stand their ground. Literally. I don’t know if they’re simply tired of all the traffic or if they’re hungry or if – well, I guess I don’t know that much about cow mentality, but they seem to be forming a Union.
They generally gather around our septic trailer. This particular teenager is consistently distracted and spends most of his time licking the rope to the big green tank.
We coexist peacefully with them until they calves start eating our cable wire or satellite dish or sewer hose. Heidi has tried reasoning with them. Don’t mistake this look of satisfaction on Heidi’s face as a sign of victory. They remain impervious.
There’s nothing like sitting back and talking to your cows. ~Russell Crowe
If they persist in nibbling on things we can’t afford to replace, Heidi fills her red plastic mixing bowl with water and tosses it on them. As hot as it is, you’d think they might like that, but no, not so much.
Never kick a cow chip on a hot day. ~Proverb
To back up, it all started a few days ago as when they began gathering in large groups around the RV precisely 7:30 each evening. Since they consistently begin arriving at 7:15 and are all assembled by 7:30, I have to believe that this is an organized event. Entire families arrive. There’s a lot of conversational mooing.
This is a diverse and formidable herd. There are many Longhorns, Brahmas, bulls of unknown origin and heifers with lots and lots of calves. These are big cows. Big like horses. The backs of the Brahmas and the Longhorns are higher than my shoulders and I’m 5’6″. These are not the type I’d want to tumble out the door and land on (if you follow Fork, you know it’s been known to happen).
Tonight they make a rather daunting road block. The Halliburton drivers are bewildered. All night long, alone, in tandem or in groups, they’ve gathered in the road and on the sides, creating a complete impasse. They simply walk to the middle of the road and stay there. Horn honking has no effect. I’ve suggested I bring out the mixing bowl, but the drivers just laugh.
It’s 3:30 a.m. and everyone is tired. They’ve jumped down out of their cabs and are trying to reason with their roadblocks. We’ll see how that goes. A semi from Crawler Haulers came in earlier with a giant moving machine. I’ve really mastered the technical terms for the equipment after 8 months, as you can tell.
Maybe it’s a bovine re-locator. Sorry for the poor quality photo. I was in the restroom when the bells rang – of course.
If happiness truly consisted in physical ease and freedom from care, then the happiest individual would not be either a man or a woman; it would be, I think, an American cow. ~William Lyon Phelps