Saturday, June 04, 2011

Farm life is routine, you have the I got to get it done everyday stuff, cows fed, wash washed, mid-morning breakfast (I don’t make an early breakfast), and your always trying to beat the rainforest rain. Yesterday I was picking lettuce and when I looked up there was our young male stallion, Macho, loose and in the veggie garden. NOOOOOOO. Macho might be young, but he is big, fast and powerful, Dad was a Spanish Pasafino. He was not interested in hearing from me, he was looking for good eats. I drove him with waving arms into the backyard and out of the garden and while the farm manager’s wife stood guard with her broom I went and got my quad for the round-up. Macho left the back yard and went two pastures down to where my husband was working on his backhoe….newly planted pasture grass, also a no no. I raced down on my quad and found Marcos our farm manager, picked him up and on the return trip as I turned a corner heading across a stream named Brava, here was Macho coming at us all wild eyed. Marcos jumped off the quad and ran back to open up the first gate, while I got out of Machos way. We directed him into his new location of the day. I would never have a stallion again, if given the choice. Macho’s only thoughts are eating and sex, sex and eating. I drove Marcos back to work, and I went back to fetch my bowl of lettuce and greens.

2 comments:

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speaking4baby.com said...

I think I would enjoy Macho's life!