Monday, February 27, 2012


Experience is the name everyone gives to his mistakes.
                        Oscar Wills Wilde

 My Hero looks up to me from the ground below as I sit in the kitchen window looking back; he has a frown on his face. This is never a good sign something must be wrong. He just came back from feeding the cows and my imagination goes wild.

Did the coyotes, a fisher, or maybe the cougar get a calf in the night?

Did a cow have an accident by slipping on the ice?

I had no idea, but I am sure as soon as that door slides open and he walks through, he will let me know.

First I will tell you about my Friday. As I watch the snow falling down covering the trees, I marvel at its beauty and the way it pushes the branches close to the ground with its weight. We have not had very many snowy days this year so I sit and absorb the scenery while drinking my coffee. I finally pull myself away to pull on my coveralls and boots and head out to the tractor to go and feed the cows.

We leave a round bale wagon back with the cows it is covered with those huge round bales. It provides shelter for the calves who like to hide under it, lying on the fresh hay that falls to the ground, as their mothers eat above. I usually pick up three bales from next door and take them back to this wagon. I will remove the bales that the cows have partially eaten and replace with two of these new bales. I will drop the second cut alfalfa bale on the ground and break it open and spread it around for the girls. They love this, they all gather around and I can actually see them smiling, they never seem to waste any of this treat. The partial bales I have removed from the wagon I break apart with the prongs on the loader of my tractor, the outside of these bales falls nicely to the ground and creates excellent bedding for them.

Well this fine snowy morning I happened to drop a portion of this one bale on the ground close to the wagon. I did not want to leave it there so I tried to scoop it up with the prongs on the loader. I drove the tractor slowly forward and slid the prongs carefully across the snow covered ground. That is when I felt a bang. Whoops! That is never good.
  I backed the tractor up and put the emergency brake on (this could be my emergency) and hopped to the ground to check it out. After removing the bale of hay by hand and pushing the snow aside I noticed a flat tire. In panic mode I phoned My Hero and asked him what to do. He said don’t worry it was a low tire and it probably just went flat, he had noticed it the day before. I neglected to tell him while he was at work what I had done. I thought I must have hit a block of ice and this was not my fault after all. I could not see any damage amongst the hay and snow; I just knew the tire was flat. There was no reason to wreck his day.

I finished feeding the cows and moving the hay and headed to the house down the snow covered lane with the beautiful fluffy snow falling from the sky. I actually forgot all about the incident till this Saturday morning.

As soon as My Hero walked through the door he asked the question “Did you not hear a whoosh of air coming from the wagon tire when you punctured it?” I am thinking there was a great song on the radio when I felt the bang and I may have had the radio turned up quite high so “NO”; I may also have been daydreaming of my trip.


The good news is it only cost $100 for a new tire, the tear in the old one was not repairable, OK that may not be the good news. Maybe the good news is he did not fire me, well maybe good news. I would have fired me.
I sit here this Sunday morning and watch My Hero change the tire, all is well, the good news is he is still smiling.



  1. And, as with goats, it's all well in the...end! ;)

    (Lovin' the Wilde quote! He is one of my most awesome favorites!)


  2. Well just think if he would have fired could have just sat there enjoying the snow and the coffee and watch someone else feed the cows.

    Cindy Bee

  3. ~~giggle~~ ummmm~~chuckle~~ sorry~~~

  4. That's got to be one of the most frustrating things, here anyway...I like your title! Glad he didn't fire you! :)

  5. All the unforeseen issues of a day on the farm.

  6. Things happen on farms...that's for sure. Never ending. Nice that your Hero is such a sweetheart.

  7. i think, after all these years, you two work well together. :)

  8. Hehe...Busted. What's a little slip up. I'm very impressed that you can handle a fork loader. Very impressed that you go out in any kind of weather and take such good care of your cows and their babies.

    Hope the big train derailment in Ontario doesn't put your trip across Canada on the back burner.

  9. Awwww, saved by the smile. It's always a good sign!!!

    I'd be the same and have the tunes jacked up. A girls gotta have some fun, ya know!

    God bless ya and have a magnificent week!!! :o)

  10. OOPSY! SO SORRY! Thats what Scott would get if I had done something like that. Things like that you just HAVE to find a cheerful bright side to it no matter what... loosing your cool and mind will only make you crazy and hurt your heart. And you WERE trying to not waste the hay... right?

  11. Only a hundred dollars, that is very good news! And you still have your job...excellent!

    I got a good laugh from this tale, Buttons. Thanks for sharing!

  12. Oooops, busted indeed. Your post made me smile - sorry :))

  13. Stuff happens...especially on farms.

  14. When you do something, you do it good!!! Glad the tire was inexpensive...

  15. LOL you do a tire, i do my laptop screen... its never our fault *look innocent* - life just happens!!

    And I dont think hes gonna fire you any day soon ;p !!!

  16. You should have said treadstone did it!

  17. Well, Buttons, your hero loves you, that's for sure!


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