Around the middle of 2010, we got the tragic news that Johnny’s dad had suddenly passed away. We were so unprepared for the next two weeks it was crazy. Bags were hurriedly packed and a ticket bought. We waved goodbye to Johnny as he began the very long trip back to be with his family and attend his Dad’s funeral, leaving the children and I at home to hold down the fort. During the two weeks Johnny was gone, Felix, the bull we had at the time, decided to get his head stuck in the feeding bale. His bellowing got my attention immediately and once I saw what had happened, panic set in. A friend (angel in disguise actually), just happened to be visiting this day and between the two of us we managed to saw one of the beams off and use the g-clamps to open the space up so Felix could remove his head. It was quite the adventure when I think back to the day in question. Felix none the worse for wear sauntered off to graze and all that remained was the piece of metal in my hand. The smile pasted on my face was one of pure shock. It took a while to sink in that we had resolved what could have been a rather big disaster all on our own. Emergencies never happen according to your clock or calendar but I guess that’s what makes farming so unpredictable.
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