Cattle guards are a wonderful invention.
They are typically used in place of gates where the fence meets the roadway to keep cattle from wandering over into the wrong pasture. They save hurried ranch wives oodles of time that would otherwise be spent parking the car, getting out of the car, opening the gate, getting back in the car, driving through the open gate, parking the car, getting out of the car and closing the gate.
I’m exhausted just thinking about it.
Up until recently our cattle guards have done an outstanding job guarding the gate area.
But recently, the cattle have been jumping the cattle guards.
Some are even tippy-toeing across and gathering at a green patch of grass near the house.
“Why do they keep jumping the cattle guard?” Drover asked, looking out the kitchen window. “The gate was open when I came in and the cows were nowhere in sight. It’s not like they don’t have plenty of food in their pasture.”
“You wanna know why?” I asked, drying my hands on the kitchen towel. “It’s because you drive all over this ranch, handin out that cake grain from your truck. Sure they’ve got food lyin around, but you’ve got cake. You’re like the ice cream truck, only with cake. Heifers will do anything for cake.”
Drover looked at me and I could see the corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly. And with that he headed out the door to resume his cake truck route.
As soon as the cows heard the sounds of the cake truck in the distance, their ears perked up.
And they began to follow.
Until they noticed the fresh, healthy greens on the opposite side of the road.
Oh the dilemmas of life.
Healthy greens… or cake?