Oh, they have an appointment.
So two days ago, while visiting Landlady’s chickens I happened to notice a cow under a juniper in the meadow across the road from her house, and it seemed to be sleeping awwwfully soundly. Meant to check on her, forgot about it yesterday, walked out there this morning, and yeah. Really dead. Sincerely dead.
I could have called the cattle guy, but we don’t have the best relationship and he’d have come up with reasons why moving her wasn’t his job. So I called Neighbor L and asked her to call the cattle guy. He came up with reasons why moving her wasn’t his job. “Law of the Range” was an expression he used. Also, he said he’d known about the body for two weeks.
I said, “Okay, I’ll take care of it. You happen to have his address? With that information I’ll know just where to dump her.”
Two weeks? A two-day corpse is just depressing hard work. A two-week corpse is millions of maggots, gag at the stench, ruin a good pair of gloves and smell rot all the rest of the day hard work.
I really hate that guy.
So I dug out some cable with a hook, loaded LB in the Jeep and we drove into the nothin’ to scout out a good final resting place. (Thanks for those new tires, from the bottom of my black smoldering heart.) Drove back to keep our date with Daisy…
We left quite an unusual trail for maybe three quarters of a mile across some very broken ground, and I ditched her under another juniper just like the last one, except where nobody will have to put up with the smell and flies all summer.
Thanks, [cattle guy]. I live for the day when you need something from me. Bring kneepads.