Every morning, on my way to work, I pass a couple fields which change crops through out the year. There is a cotton harvest coming in soon and the entire field looks like it is covered in snow. The blossoms are patches of pure white surrounded by the brown stalks of the plants beneath them. It is beautiful.
As I passed this morning, there was a single heifer loose from the adjoining pasture making her way through the stalks. It reminded me of another memory of my childhood. I've told you about Gus, this one is about "Jumper". Jumper was a pity cow. I got Jumper from my Uncle Jackie when I was around 6. She would always push through or jump over the barbwire fences that seperated the upper acreage from the lower because she wanted to be closer to the barn where as a calf, I would feed her sugar cubes as a treat when I got off the bus from Benton Elementary.
One day Jumper had gotten into the field just below my parents house at the time which was being used as a soy bean growing field since money was tight from the meat market at the time. It was before dawn, I remember because my father had just gotten home from work, I was pulled out of bed by my Great Grandfather and told that one of my cows was ruining the crop. Bleary eyed and half awake, we popped on the three-wheeler and took off with Daddy and Jackie to see Jumper shoulder deep in the crop. There was a trail of eaten soybean plants behind her as she zig zagged her way through the field all night. It looked like a slime snail train across a pavement, you could see exactly where she had come through and started the feast. That was the only time I ever remember hearing Papa Jack curse.
We eventually got Jumper back into her own field after a rather humerous (Benny Hill type ) chase.
When all was done. Jumper back in her field, the barb wire mended, and a breakfast at Big Grannies house in my stomach I went to the road for the bus to school. That afternoon, as Mr. Pete, my bus driver, pulled down Groaning Rock Road, we passed Jumper in the back of a cattle truck heading to the auction house. I did love the cow. I loved every single cow I had. They were like my pets. But, I knew that she had to go.
The money from her sale did pay for the lost crops and a great BMX bike for myself so I wasnt't totally heartbroken.
The cow wandering thoough the crops just brought back a great memory of my childhood and I wanted to share it with you.
As I passed this morning, there was a single heifer loose from the adjoining pasture making her way through the stalks. It reminded me of another memory of my childhood. I've told you about Gus, this one is about "Jumper". Jumper was a pity cow. I got Jumper from my Uncle Jackie when I was around 6. She would always push through or jump over the barbwire fences that seperated the upper acreage from the lower because she wanted to be closer to the barn where as a calf, I would feed her sugar cubes as a treat when I got off the bus from Benton Elementary.
One day Jumper had gotten into the field just below my parents house at the time which was being used as a soy bean growing field since money was tight from the meat market at the time. It was before dawn, I remember because my father had just gotten home from work, I was pulled out of bed by my Great Grandfather and told that one of my cows was ruining the crop. Bleary eyed and half awake, we popped on the three-wheeler and took off with Daddy and Jackie to see Jumper shoulder deep in the crop. There was a trail of eaten soybean plants behind her as she zig zagged her way through the field all night. It looked like a slime snail train across a pavement, you could see exactly where she had come through and started the feast. That was the only time I ever remember hearing Papa Jack curse.
We eventually got Jumper back into her own field after a rather humerous (Benny Hill type ) chase.
When all was done. Jumper back in her field, the barb wire mended, and a breakfast at Big Grannies house in my stomach I went to the road for the bus to school. That afternoon, as Mr. Pete, my bus driver, pulled down Groaning Rock Road, we passed Jumper in the back of a cattle truck heading to the auction house. I did love the cow. I loved every single cow I had. They were like my pets. But, I knew that she had to go.
The money from her sale did pay for the lost crops and a great BMX bike for myself so I wasnt't totally heartbroken.
The cow wandering thoough the crops just brought back a great memory of my childhood and I wanted to share it with you.
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