Saturday, May 16, 2009
When we lived in upstate New York, we rented a house with 100 acres. I spent much of my time wandering outdoors with my goats and dog trotting after me. It was an idyllic time and I hope that one day my kids will be able to experience the freedom of roaming about in nature.
There was one year that the landlord decided to rent out some of the land to a farmer and his cows. They were all female except for one bull and they stayed in an enclosed field surrounded by electric fences. Those electric fences were extremely appealing to me. I liked to take stalks of Timothy grass and touch the fences just to get shocked. I love running and jumping over them like they were hurdles o' death in my own private Olympics.
When I wasn't messing with the fences, I liked to study the cows, especially how they behaved around those fences. They always shied away from them. Knowing this, my 11 year old mind started to put a plan into action; I was going to bait the bull and use the fences as my secret weapon.
I had seen in cartoons that bulls were enraged by the color red. Now I didn't have a matador's cape, but I did have a bright red, large, plastic bat and I figured that would do. Once I had it in my hands, I set out running for the cows. It was a thrilling run and I was mentally patting myself on the back for being so bold and daring. I slowed down once I reached the cows and carefully went to approach the bull. The cows were used to my pesky presence so really didn't react at first, even the bull just stared at me blankly. I tried to wave the bat in his face, but he didn't respond. It was frustrating, but I was determined not to give up.
I started to scream and wave the bat dangerously close to his face and suddenly something in his face shifted. It was the true anger I was looking for and I sprang back. He started to charge after me and I bolted! It was time for the second part of my plan. I ran with this bull on my heels hoping that I could reach the fences alive. After all the practice I had jumping them, I sailed right over that electric wire. I fell to the ground and put to my hand to my chest, terrified. I looked back and saw that the bull must have stopped chasing me quite awhile ago. He had no real interest in harming me, just wanted to give a small threat. It didn't matter, my mission was accomplished.
Posted by Jessica at 7:00 AM