Cowboy angels ...

DH called on the cell phone from the other farm. Never a good sign.

"Could you all come over here and give me a hand? The steers all got out. In the cow pasture. The bull's out there too. And one of the cows just had a calf."

Sounded like a rodeo to me. DS1 hopped on his bike and sped over there. I called Grandma and Grandpa and arranged to leave DS2 with Grandma and ride over there with Grandpa.

While we rode over there I was praying. The pastor talked about Peter and John healing the lame man at the Temple (you know, "Silver and gold have I none but such as I have I will give to thee ... in the name of Jesus rise and walk.") Pastor said they were going about their every day business, but prayed up and expected to receive an answer.

I was praying (an expecting) that the Lord would send cowboy angels to help us with separating the cattle and getting them all back in the right pen, and getting the new calf treated with no one getting hurt. The beef cows get pretty testy about anyone or anything messing with their calves.

I figured all the cowboys whoever lived must have had guardian angels so there must be some angels around that have worked cattle. If the Lord would send some of them along ...

When we got over to the other farm, DH and DS1 were just penning up the steers. The bull went into the other pasture and they locked him up, too. That left just the the cows and mama of the newborn calf to deal with. DH caught it and we tried to get the truck between the cow and calf. Grandpa banded it and gave it its shots quickly while the mama was standing by getting testy and snorty. I think she was within seconds of head-butting someone when they finished, but, you know, no harm, no foul. We just don't want anyone to get knocked down and stomped on.

DH said if he had known it was this easy he would not have called us. Wasn't easy, it was an answered prayer.