There aren’t ducks, only plenty of cows.
But we are still happy, happy, happy every time we visit my in-laws farm in Oklahoma.
Since losing my sister-in-law in January, we crave time with family even more.
My husband, Terrell, took the kids and cousins down to one of the ponds to fish and drove grandpa’s truck since the ground was so wet. When my mother-in-law and I finished cleaning the supper dishes, we headed out to join them. Before we got there, we saw everyone hurrying to round up the cattle. The air was tense and my husband shouted, “Something’s wrong.”
My heart stopped as I searched for my kids and tried to figure out what happened.
While they were busy fishing, the cattle surrounded the pickup truck that normally delivers their feed. Terrell didn’t think anything of it until my daughter yelled that one of the cows running away, acting sporadic, had a fishing pole hanging from it’s mouth.
The cow had a giant hook in his tongue and was foaming at the mouth. In a matter of minutes, my 70 year old (next month) father-in-law was in action. He quickly and skillfully separated the injured cow from the herd, with the help of my husband and a few grandsons. They got her in the shoot and carefully located the fishing hook and removed it by attaching a medieval looking device called nose pliers to hold her still.
I think they would be an excellent child rearing tool.
We all sighed in relief and laughed about the biggest catch of the day.
I didn’t catch any big ones, but I did catch the most (9!) And all the guys were asking me for fishing tips (ha!) So, there’s that.
My kids loved playing with their cousins. And doing the Harlem Shake, of course:
[From left to right]
1. Cousins playing football (skins won) 2. Field of flowers 3. My kids found a turtle (poor thing) 4. Cows (or I like to call them Dinner) 5. My nephew: He thinks he is famous now 6. Sunset 7. My daughter’s playmate 8. Windy Family pic 9. Grandpa passing down a gun to his namesake
The kids swam in a blow up pool for hours. When I went out to check on them, I discovered they were swimming with a family of small frogs they had named Willie, Corry, Si and Mrs. Kate.
And that’s what you call a dynasty.
Or a wart bath.
It was a wonderful weekend and we rode off in the sunset.