So yesterday I get a call from my son, who is home on leave.
Son: "Uh, Mom, we have a problem"
Me: "What's up?"
S: "The cows got out".
M:"Ok, so put them back in, it happens".
S: "But dad left the garage door open and they got in the garage and one of them fell into the pit".
M: "hmm, not good, ok I'll be right there". (not at all sure that there's anything that can be done about it, by me anyway, but what the heck...)
In the meantime I'm thinking about what in the world I can do about this, to rescue my poor baby from the pit. So I call a friend to come help.
Get home, and Son is still there, waiting for me. He had thought to give the poor critter some water and hay and it's just standing in there, obviously stressed, but no worse the wear.
He also throught to send a mass text that probably said something like: "need farm help, beer involved". (you know, just to make sure his friends actually did show up to help).
Which they did.
A ramp was built, and the cow was dragged out of the pit (yes, dragged, as in rope around his horns and it took 3 very large, very strong farmer boy types, and me behind "goosing" him.
He promptly ran back into his pen, and was later observed drinking and eating just fine (the way to determine if a critter is truly sick or stressed is if he's not eating and drinking).
So that was fun, no I didn't have time to run and grab my camera although I did think about it.
My vacation time was spent dragging cows out of pits and fixing fences so it didn't happen again!
Ya know, just one day that could be boring....