One regular Tuesday night we were sitting in the livingroom watching tv. The phone rang, it was about 10pm. It was our neighbor, she says "there is a car in your driveway" then she says somebody hit something in the road and its still alive and they are trying to help it, they parked in your driveway. Right away I thought it was my dog Levi who is an escape artist. I have worried that he would get out and get hit by a car. The Husband ran out the door without his coat. It was 20 degrees out. I waited a while thinking he would come back in but he didn't. So I decided to take his coat out. Another neighbor was out there and he told me it was not a dog, it was a cow. I was glad it was not Levi but good grief a cow?! The neighbor says my husband went up the road to help and he was going up too and offered to take his coat. The sheriff was called out. I watched from the window. Nobody was hurt but the cow didn't make it. This should be the end of the story but its not because I'm married to The Husband.
No he did not come back home after the excitement was over. He stayed out and helped the neighbor guy get the cow out of the ditch, which is quite neighborly of him. The neighbor next to us is a farmer, he has a big herd of cows. We thought the cow might have been his but he went out and counted his cows and had all of them. The Husband grew up on a cattle farm, so those two work good together. Anyway, I look out the window and the neighbor was on his tractor with the bucket all the way up in the air and this dead cow is dangling from it by its back legs. A few minutes later I look out again and The Husband is directing the neighbor through our yard with this dead cow. He looks like one of those guys you see on the runway at the airport directing a plane. I am thinking "No No No you are going the wrong way with that dead cow!" Why should I be surprised? The Husband had talked the the sheriff and asked for possession of this cow. He was thinking "why waste good meat?" Let me tell you, we just bought a steer from this neighbor guy and had it butchered. Or freezer is full! What are we going to do with this cow?? The Husband spent the next hour skinning and gutting the cow in the yard behind the barn. It was 20 degrees out and he was still in his work cloths! I am always fussing at him about taking his work cloths off before he starts working out in the garage after work or whatever! Good thing he was wearing the navy pants. I held the flashlight. I won't go into detail about the rest of it but it was pretty interesting. We didn't get to bed till about 1 am and he had to work the next day. This is what we ended up with. I feel a few more grey hairs coming in.
The Husband was pretty proud of his kill, roadkill that is.....
Now what? you might be asking, yeah me too.....I am afraid to think about it