Quirt has turned into quite the opinionated young man, and he’s not afraid to tell you exactly what he’s thinking.  

We have this longhorn. . . . . . . . . .that doesn’t like to stay in. . . . . . .ever.  Unless, of course, it’s hanging out with the neighbors cow–not cows, just a single cow.  I don’t know, maybe our other cows are mean to her.  Maybe she likes to see new things.  Maybe she’s just prefers to be alone or with fewer cows.  Or, maybe she’s just always of the view that “the grass is greener on the other side of the fence.”  (Don’t worry neighbors, we kept her home this year!)  

Anyway, the boys, Larry, and I jumped in the side by side to open the gate while Emma jumped on her horse to get the wondering four legged soul back to her correct pasture.  This particular cow has been out so frequently that she knows the exact course to get back in the gate, and it’s not a straight course.  I’m convinced she just wants us to know she can get out whenever she wants and that we should feel priviledged that she chooses to stay on the property rather than running off.  

Larry tells Quirt to jump out and open the gate.  Quirt loves to have a job so hurries over and fiddles with the chain.  And he fiddles and sighs and shoots stern looks in our directions.  He drops the chain and walks back and then forward again, giving it another go.  “Hurry Quirt, here she comes!”  Quirt continues to work on getting the chain unclasped.  Finally, he gets it.  Then he immediately turned to look directly at Larry, “There, I got it.  Now, if you want me to hurry again, hook the gate the right way!  On the first chain, not the second!”