The faithful believe that God will never heap upon you (give) more than you can handle.
If I had to guess, I’d say that I’m being tested right now, as I seem to have a fair bit of cow poop plopping into my corner of the world lately.
However, instead of letting it pile up I’m busying myself with converting it into fertilizer, which — if properly spread — will nurture some personal growth.
Bear with me while I labour, because — for the past week or two — Murphy’s Law has ruled and it has hindered my rate of conversion.
Back in April we purchased some cattle and put them into a grazing pasture where they were to hang out (happily grazing/gaining weight) before being re-sold in the fall. Last week, it was round-up time, so the cattle (nary a stray in four months) were gathered and headed toward the roadside holding corrals.
Just as they approached the loading chute area, a large truck (travelling on the adjacent highway 20 feet away) released it’s exhaust brake. Whooosh!
Yep — you guessed it, total mayhem! The entire herd ran amuck, through the barbed-wire fence and onto the highway, before galloping off toward Williams Lake — talk about bad timing!
Now, a week later — despite several lengthy searches — all but one of the critters are still on a walk-about.
So if you see any big red steers in your backyard (Frost Creek subdivision/area) give us a call. Sigh.
A sympathetic neighbour termed it a disaster, but my husband had perspective, commenting that it would have been a disaster to have been aboard the Russian jet liner (it went down the same day as the jinxed round-up).
The steers on a walk-about were merely an inconvenience!
As usual, he was right!
P.S. He might frame this!
Liz Twan is a local rancher and freelance columnist for the Tribune.
