The story continues.
Rambo, noticing how much fun it was to chase this large bull, decided to go after the cows. This was still a lot of fun - now there are cows running, the ram following, and two teenage boys chasing the ram down, trying to catch him (dh and I had run errands). Plus our beagle decided that it would be fun to run after the group barking, so very helpful of him!
Well, Rambo then decided to chase calves. This was also fun until he decided to pick on Jerry (who, by the way, weighs in at about 450 pounds). Jerry was not amused, and Charolette, his mother, was even less amused. It was one thing for this little, pain of a ram to chase her, but going after her son was an entirely different matter. (Charolette is the cow at the top of the page)
Care to guess what happens next? Charolette, at the appropriate time, takes a single step forward, head down into the oncoming Rambo. Rambo, still thinking he is tough for about another second, butts heads with her as hard as he can, only now, 1700 pounds of force is returning towards him (slow, but nevertheless, on-coming). Rambo hits, goes flying head over heals backwards, rolling and bleating -- where did this vicious thing come from, finally rights himself, and runs to the side of his pen.
Oldest ds grabs one of Rambo's horns (Rambo still thinks he is being tough, but the boys are plenty able to control him at this point), and leads him back to his pen. Rambo did suffer a bloodied nose, but seems to be ok otherwise. No broken bones or anything, and Charolette, once the ram left her calf, returned to eating her hay. So ends another Saturday morning around our house.
Wonder what this afternoon will bring?