But I will give it a go to tell you the story behind my wound!
The weather was beautiful yesterday (as it is today), nice and cool with blue skies and the smell of fall in the air. I headed out to the barn later than usual and was looking forward to a nice ride in the light of the setting sun. I grabbed my halter and headed out into the back field to catch Shaunti. I was lost in thought, day dreaming as usual while walking through the tall grass of the cow pasture. I heard a noise to my left that quickly snapped me back to reality. It was the grunt of a bull.
I glanced in his direction and was alarmed to see that he was giving me the ol'stink eye! Usually placid, I tried not to worry as he developed an increasingly aggressive posture. His head dropped low and he leaned backwards, glaring at me with a fierce and intent gaze. I ran! He took charge. My fear surged me forward! I felt fleet footed and like a gazelle as I danced across the grass, ruts and boulders! But he was closing ground on me too quickly! The fence was getting closer and closer but he was gaining on me, faster and faster!!! I could hear his hooves hit the ground behind me. Could feel his hot and sour breath on my neck. I deeked! He dodged! I ran again. Just a few more feet! I felt his forehead press against my arse for a fleeting second and then he was gone. The barb wire fence loomed before me. Adrenaline flashed through my body as I launched myself into the air and over the wire. As I reached out to break my fall, my hand caught on a barb! My flesh tore! My life flashed before my eyes as I hit the ground and rolled. In a second I was on my feet and turned to look behind me. The bull, his massive black body heaving, was standing a few feet away, mesmerized. Drool and froth dangled from his mouth. He was not looking at me. A massively fat Hereford cow had walked into his vision. She was a beautiful! Russet in color, with a white face and long eyelashes! I sensed his blood lust fade as his eyes filled with want. He quivered as she turned to look at him. Red eyes watched her intently as she lumbered away, her bulk swaying to and fro. The bull turned and began to follow her bulging hindquarters. I glanced down at my hand. The blood poured freely down my finger and pooled into the cup of my hand. The sting was harsh but I welcomed the sense! I was alive!
Okay, so that is not really how it went. I was washing off the dirt and sawdust from Shaunti's salt block and sliced my finger open! How? F'kd if I know! All I can tell you is that it burned like the hells of Haiti. Personally, I liked the bull/life flashing before my eyes story better.....so went with it. *grin*
LuLu smelling my boo boo!Hawkydog kissin' it better! (because that is highly sanitary!)
I have posted some health option substitute on my recipe for yesterdays breakfast hash at the bottom of the post!