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Better than a friend of mine who was working on his market steers's tail in Beef Fitting and Showing when the animal coughed and he suddenly was in matching green, cowboy hat to boots: he spent the rest of the hour walking around the ring in 90 degree heat while the stuff dried on, but at least he didn't get dinged for his show clothes being dirty?
Oh Sick,
Had a doe cough and I was walking behind her, up she left it on me...
I started going to the barn and watching the milk cows as soon as I could talk (we lived up on the Mountain Highway then, there was basically no radio reception and Dad got bored milking two cows and bucket feeding six or seven calves) so I don't remember when it was I learned never to stand directly behind a cow. Later, I learned this also applies to sheep and goats, although only in times of stress or new pasture. Other things I had to learn the hard way, starting with testing what my parents told me to avoid the new electric fence around the vegetable garden (they said "Don't touch it, it will bite!" so I bit it first) and the duck house full of Muscovies that belonged to our landlady (although it was my sister who was walking a rail fence and fell into an acre of eight-month-old Toulouse Geese). It was a wonder either of us lived to the age of six.
I have decided I'm too sick to go to church; in a wee bit I'll go out and take new photos of Ian and Sylvia but I have to build up the strength to change into work clothes first.