A Bull in the Backyard

Sunshine, Eby, and Little Man feeding the steers - Sept. 2010

I was going to tell you about my Mother’s Day, but that will have to wait until tomorrow because this morning we woke up to find a bull munching on grass in our backyard.  It had actually appeared in our neighbor’s pasture yesterday and we were concerned that it would break through our fence, but it seemed content to hang out near our steers while staying in the other pasture.

Russ and I got up to run this morning, but when I looked out our bathroom window and saw the bull near the playset, I knew that Russ was going to deal with broken fences and solving the bull problem, so I crawled back into bed and slept for another hour.  By the time I got up again, Russ had spoken with the sheriff’s office and learned that this bull had been on the loose for six weeks and nobody had been able to contain it.  It had broken out of its owner’s pasture, and every time they had attempted to catch it, it got away.

The sheriff’s office had authorization to shoot it if they could get close enough. The guys from the local meat locker had already tried, but with the bull roaming through muddy wheat fields, they also hadn’t gotten close enough.  We decided that if it came to shooting the bull, we would need to get Eby away from the house (or at least the windows) because these sorts of things are trauma triggers for him.

After a bit the bull followed our steers along the fence and then ran down our driveway.  I was worried it would run onto the highway, but it turned and headed down our neighbor’s driveway.  The local meat locker is only 1/8 of a mile away, so Cowboy Sam headed over.  I was hoping he was going to try to catch the bull, but just when I looked out the window, I heard a loud pop and the bull went down.  At that very moment Eby and Little Man ran into the family room and were looking for the white bull — I told them that the man from C & L (the meat locker) was taking care of the bull and made the very rare offer to turn on PBS.  They happily ran to the living room.

Honeybee and Dimples were ready for school, so we had to drive out near the bull, which was not a pretty sight.  I knew it would be upsetting to Dimples, so I talked to her about it and told her that I didn’t think it would be a good start to her morning to see the dead bull.  I was really pleased that she agreed.

And that is how my Monday morning began.  How about yours?

Lisa

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Let me introduce myself. Russ and I are the parents of twelve children by birth and adoption, and sometimes more through foster care. I'm the creator of One Thankful Mom which has been as much of a gift to me as to my readers. In 2011 I became a TBRI® Pracitioner* and have lived and breathed connected parenting ever since. I'm deeply honored to be the co-author, together with the late Dr. Karyn Purvis, of The Connected Parent; it is her final written work. I love speaking at events for adoptive and foster parents. I'm also the co-founder of The Adoption Connection, a podcast and resource site for adoptive moms. I mentor and encourage adoptive moms so you can find courage and hope in your journeys of loving your children well.

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  1. Shonni
    May 9, 2011

    What a crazy thing. So glad Eby was spared the trauma!

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  2. dorothy
    May 9, 2011

    Um…..lets just say that we locked up the knives and called the psychologist here. No ability to avoid our particular drama today……………

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    1. One Thankful Mom
      May 9, 2011

      Dorothy, I am so sorry to hear that – some days are just really rough. I'm praying for you and your family.

      Reply
  3. Giann
    May 9, 2011

    Haha…How's that for a wake-up call? 🙂

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  4. Dawn
    May 9, 2011

    UFFDA!! That is Norwegian for something that goes wrong! Yikes what a day?

    Reply
  5. Paula
    May 9, 2011

    We had a snake in our garage last night. Country living. Gotta love it.

    Reply

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