A Nervous Butt
IT'S JUST TOO EASY, this stuff called living. Except when you get knocked down on the ground like an explosion just hit you.
Gerald started picking himself off the ground, sitting up at first to get his bearings. Like having been blown off his feet in some sort of war.
But it was just the butting of an expectant cow who was feeling nervous that day.
Couldn't blame her, the day was fresh, you could smell Spring in the air. Grass was greening up and lots of protein and carbs in it. Clover was peaking up over the fescue and other grasses. The yearlings were running around lower down the hill pasture, enjoying the nice weather. Literally kicking up their heels.
And it was warm enough to wear only a slightly insulated duck jacket, some yellow split cowhide gloves (unlined),
