time. Eager to help, Kate, the young dog, was attentive to my every move. Just reaching toward
a gate assured me of a vibrant blue and tan dog at-the-ready, anxious to
put crowding sheep and calves to the back of the stall so I could feed.
dragged the heavy 10í steel gate, off one hinge, open just enough to
slip in with hay for the cow and calf. The Simmental cow started
crowding me. Suddenly, there was Kate. The 1000 pound cow backed off.
the cow lowered her head Kate met her charge. In giving ground for
the second round she had to back out the narrow gate opening - no where
else to go. Just inside, I, too, had no where to go. Stepping quickly
toward the gate I was caught by the cow's second charge. A body slam against the wall,
my kidney area just missing the iron latch protrusion.
to the situation, the dog stayed back when told. The cow backed
off. I was lucky. Not because I made the right moves, but because I had
only taken two off-center hits from a cow that was only warning the dog.
There are several worse scenarios that come to mind.
was a solid-sided stall except for the gate which was off it's hinges. Once
inside there was no where to go. How easily myself or the dog could have
been seriously or fatally injured because of carelessness or lack of
foresight on my part.
renewed my respect for the tenuosity of life as well as for an animal
whose head is comparable in size to my torso. Next time Iím pitching hay over the gate and siphoning in the