Indeed!!!! As I made my way home from work, my beloved observed wryly that he thought the door on the feed room was open a little. My feed room is inside a trailer, securely away from the animals. Years ago I had a cow get into a bag of grain and almost die from bloat. So, I asked, where was my errant heifer: the one that likes to wander or break through fences? No big deal, he says. I am pretty sure she couldn't fit through the door, it is only open a crack.
RIGHT!!!
My feed room looks like world war 3. My straw was fluffed everywhere. My feed barrels upside down, and I for the life of me couldn't find the beef ration barrel. Luckily I secure the tops on the barrels, so the feed wasn't lost, but I finally found the beef ration barrel outside in the snow. She had been rolling it around the ice in the barn yard. My horse blankets festooned the floor, saddles scattered like yesterdays laundry.
She looks at me with her liquid eyes, delicately picking her way to the barn. Mincing like a minx!! Lovely little fiend, my Horrible Heifer.
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