The weather today was fantastic—a great day to take the gumboots for a spin and visit the heifers, cows and calves!
A few days ago, I did a test drive with a regular shoe, sans laces, on my de-bunionated foot. The result? My foot grumbled, “Not so fast, my friend!” The lifting motion off the ball of the foot triggered pain in that area so I’ll wait awhile before I try again. The sole of the rehabilitative boot is stiff and doesn’t allow flexing.
Two days ago, I ventured outside in the rehab boot and walked a short distance to the pasture gate for a reunion with the cattle. Bill brought some range cubes so I could treat them. My foot tolerated the outing well—no pain during or later.
So today I decided to try the gumboots. They have fairly stiff soles, though they will flex. My right foot slid easily into the boot and I was out the door! I still walked flat-footed so as to not create pain, either immediately or later. This second reunion was up close and personal—I paid a visit into the pasture, bearing range cubes and being careful to not get stepped on. Not quite sure how I would explain a wreckage of crushed bone, titanium plate and pins to my doctor!
The picture below shows Freddie, one of the Bobsey twins, lounging in the bale feeder. Our cows don’t raise dumb calves! To the far left is Mama Bobsey, #67. The calf in the hay outside the feeder, Johnny-Come-Lately, belongs to Cow #972, behind the feeder to the right. Johnny was our next to last calf, hence the name. The reddish cow is Ginger, also hence the name.
A few days ago, I did a test drive with a regular shoe, sans laces, on my de-bunionated foot. The result? My foot grumbled, “Not so fast, my friend!” The lifting motion off the ball of the foot triggered pain in that area so I’ll wait awhile before I try again. The sole of the rehabilitative boot is stiff and doesn’t allow flexing.
Two days ago, I ventured outside in the rehab boot and walked a short distance to the pasture gate for a reunion with the cattle. Bill brought some range cubes so I could treat them. My foot tolerated the outing well—no pain during or later.
So today I decided to try the gumboots. They have fairly stiff soles, though they will flex. My right foot slid easily into the boot and I was out the door! I still walked flat-footed so as to not create pain, either immediately or later. This second reunion was up close and personal—I paid a visit into the pasture, bearing range cubes and being careful to not get stepped on. Not quite sure how I would explain a wreckage of crushed bone, titanium plate and pins to my doctor!
The picture below shows Freddie, one of the Bobsey twins, lounging in the bale feeder. Our cows don’t raise dumb calves! To the far left is Mama Bobsey, #67. The calf in the hay outside the feeder, Johnny-Come-Lately, belongs to Cow #972, behind the feeder to the right. Johnny was our next to last calf, hence the name. The reddish cow is Ginger, also hence the name.
The replacement heifers are experiencing hand-feeding of their range cubes for the first time and some haven’t developed the feeding hand-tongue-mouth coordination required to keep the treat from ending up on the ground. #59 dropped hers so I just picked it up, dusted it off and fed it to her again—and she dropped it again! Oh well, we’ll work on this.
Somebody tugged on my sleeve from behind so I rewarded her misbehavior!
The girls were getting a little pushy-shovey, so I retreated behind the small overturned stock tank.
When I ran out of range cubes, I slowly flat-footed back to the house and sat outside for awhile. What a gorgeous day! Cricket was feeling it also, prompting a game of Frisbee with Bill. She caught the first toss, but I didn’t have the camera ready.
What a happy girl!
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