That should have been my first clue.
We don't do typical around here.
Katie and Steve are out fixing our chairs. The kids are tending to school. And me...well, I'm in the kitchen - where else would I be? The doors and windows are open. The wind is NOT blowing. The birds are singing. And DH comes in asking me for a piece of denim for an eye patch. Innocent enough although, through the years I've learned to answer his questions with a raised eyebrow.
This is mostly due to the fact that his question is generally, "can you come help me a minute?" Once that particular question is posed, I can pretty much count on being wisked away on some adventure that just might find me on the tail end of a wild bovine, or at the top of a windmill, or chest deep in a creek, or in any number of various, interesting situations. However, this time I was only a witness.
He brought in a steer this morning that has an eye infection. So I rustle up a piece that was slated to be a pot holder at some point and time. DD jumps up from her math and flies out the door at her Daddy's heels. Here's where I insert the part about how I love the flexibility that homeschooling affords us! Ranch lessons are a huge part of our curriculum and, understandibly so, enjoyed much more than studying algebraic equations.
Instinctively I grab my camera. It's just what I do. Then I saunter out to the pens where said steer decides he will not cooperate. He's in the chute, but he's NOT staying there. His horns are stuck and then instantaneaously, they are not and he slips out. So Grandpa, who is 72, grabs on to his head and they attempt to push said steer back into the chute.
Said steer is having nothing to do with that so they let him out. Grandpa is still hanging on and you hear, "Can you dog 'im?" Let me just say that there ain't no can't in Grandpa and I don't know how he did it, butdo it, he did. Go Grandpa! DD was standing in the way so this is only picture I snagged just as DH jumped on the back end. Then she settled into her designated spot:
See, algebra loses!
So that DH could commence to doctoring:
I told Grandpa that we needed him to do that again so I could get some pictures and he laughed, "No siree Missy!" Guess I missed my opportunity. Thankfully no one was hurt, but man, was that ever funny! I'm really glad we didn't have to call Granny and tell her to meet us at the hospital! I told Grandpa he'd earned the rest of the day off, but he doesn't know what that is so he's back out there making his rounds through the pastures.
Now the steer is sporting the newest in eyewear fashion. It's what all the 'in crowd' is wearing.
The steer doesn't seem to be any worse for wear, but Grandpa may be sporting a few aches and pains in the morning!