Fun 'til the Cows DON'T Come Home

Hafta hurry this morning because Jason’s coming to pick up his cows.  The cows came to visit last night while Barbara, Laurie, Debbie and I were visiting on the deck.

While sipping some Chardonnay, I saw a cow down the road.  The critter looked worried.

The rest of the party kinda blew it off until I said, “She’s still coming this way,” and then Debbie said, “She’s on the road.  That cow’s on the road.”

With wine glass in hand (not wise cuz I’d already tripped on the temporary deck step and broken my first wine glass (BEFORE SIPPING, by the way) . . . anyway, we all took off to see the cow running down the road toward our driveway.

And, when we got closer to the road, we saw that she had two younger friends, frantically going down the road to who knows where.

Well, the Lovestead looked like a good place, so they all turned in.  We humans mapped out some instant strategy of herding them toward the barnyard gate and shutting the gate once they were inside.

I still had my wine glass, so I put it down by the door as everyone positioned themselves to keep renegade cows somewhat on task.

Debbie was thrilled cuz she’d already “wrangled” Barbara’s horse Dusty who was out of his barnyard at the Colburn place when Debbie came home from work.

And, since Barbara,  Laurie and Marianne were running late from their day of adventure along the Coeur d’Alene River, Debbie took matters into her own hands and found a way to put Dusty back where he belonged.

Barbara and Laurie rewarded her efforts with dinner from Arby’s which they were finishing up on our deck when the cows came from their home to our home.

With a little help from Miss Kea, the natural and efficient cowdown and with Debbie, the natural and efficient wrangler and with the clickin’ sisters, we got those cows to go into that barnyard, where they have stayed the night and where Jason will try to load them up in a few minutes and take them back to their temporary home down Selle Road from the Taylor’s farm.

Twas definitely a wild ending to a great day, visiting Bill and Willie, the fisherman.  There was a time when we didn’t know if we could find Bill and Willie cuz on Bill’s directions, Barbara and I both read, “90 to Pritchard.”

Didn’t make sense, but we were hoping the road was “90.”  We didn’t feel right about our senseless directions so I went into the convenience store where the clerk read the directions and said, “GO to Pritchard,” rather than “90 to Pritchard.”

DAH!

Seems as Bill’s handwritten “G’s” look a lot like “9’s” to some people.

Well, after turning around a few times, we found the cabin and Bill and Willie waiting for us.  We enjoyed some lunch, went for a short hike in a beautiful forest and then decided to come home the Thompson Falls way, driving up over Thompson Pass, with a stop in downtown Murray, of course.

Before leaving the Spragpole Inn and its fabulous “free” museum, be bought milkshakes made with “love.”  They tasted good but we had to work hard on those skinny straws to get the full flavor.

Quite an adventure from start to finish, and little did we know that the best part of the adventure lay ahead right in the yard of the Lovestead when the cows did not STAY home.

 

Happy Thursday.

Spragpole tenant.