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Posted 5/17/2017 8:00am by Kinley Coulter.

     Here at the farm, spring is the time for lambs and calves and baby piggies.  It seems that we need to add puppies to that list.  

        

     We have not had a dog at the farm for the last several years and my middle son, Jason, reminded me that when it was ME spending long days on the tractor, I would, invariably, take my trusty dog ‘Fly’ with me.  Jason has inherited most of the tractor work on the farm since Dad is at farm markets so often and he felt he needed a dog to keep him company.  He remembers my stories about Fly shortening my long tractor days for me by patiently listening to my stories and commiserating about my problems as we mowed hay or spread manure.  

     She would tremble with excitement when she saw a rabbit or a ground-hog or a snake from her lofty perch on the tractor.  When I felt particularly magnanimous, I would stop the tractor, open the cab door and enjoy watching her try to catch that pesky bunny (she never caught one) or give the ground-hog or snake a run for his money (she did get a few of those!).  You can imagine the varmint’s surprise when the poor, safely cooped up Border Collie on the tractor came zooming after them… reveling in her new-found freedom.  Some days were so hot that the purportedly air-conditioned cab was hotter than the outside air and my tongue would hang out further than Fly’s.  I would offer her a drink out of my water bottle (I know… a little yucky… I wonder if she thought so, too?).  She invariably accepted the drink but,  never once the offer to ‘Go Home!’… to retreat from the scorching hay field to the precious, familiar, cool, shady spots at the house.  I HAD to be out roasting in the field… she was there of her own free will.  She was nothing if not a faithful tractor friend!

 
 Fly had a long, happy life at the farm… but she met a tragic end that was, at least partly, her own fault.  She had a few character flaws (like most of us)… but the worst one was her ongoing battle with the momma beef cows.  The cows that had new calves were extremely protective of them and Fly would agitate cows just for the pure, wicked joy of it.  The cows saw any dog as just a glorified, 'calf stalking' wolf.  Fly would creep out in the pasture and pretend to be interested in a tiny taste of a calf.  The momma would notice and bellow at her.  Within a fraction of a second, 35 other momma cows were bellowing and thundering after the miscreant ‘wolf.’  One time Fly came ‘flying’ past me, shot around behind me and cowered in mortal fear.  I looked at her, quizzically, until I felt the earth quaking in a most disturbing manner… the ground was, literally,  shaking under the stampede of the entire brood cow herd… 50,000 lbs of angry momma cows blindly pursuing the dog.  The worst part was that I stood between the cows and the object of their wrath.  I nimbly leaped away from Fly and she, even more nimbly, leaped behind me again.  This maneuver repeated itself a time or two...  To make a long story short, I survived the encounter but I charged Fly with putting my life in danger to pay for her ‘fun.’  


     That ‘fun’ ended up costing her her life.  She would annoy cows when we were working in the pasture with our old farm pick-up truck.  She would race away from their ire and hide, triumphantly, under the truck… safely out of the agitated cows’ reach… sometimes even nipping at their noses when them stuck them under the truck.  Perhaps you can see where this sad story is going.  Not once, but twice, Fly was playing her game right in front of a truck tire and got run over when it moved while she was preoccupied with her ‘cow games’.  She recovered twice, but not thrice.  Despite our best efforts to check under the truck and scold her out of the pastures… her misdeeds were her undoing.  Poor Fly.  At least is was a mercifully instant end.   I was devastated to lose my friend and when I started to get over it… in a moment of weakness… we got a new ‘Fly’ puppy so Jason would have his own ‘tractor friend’ during long days of field work.  We hope to exhort her to ‘play nice’ with the cows and sternly admonish her to stay out from under trucks.  With all of the equipment operating on a farm, fear of being squished is an essential life-skill…. not just for dogs, but for people, too!

      So, we find ourselves with not one, but two puppies at the farm.  Fly and Gypsy are enjoying us and each other and making things a little brighter at Coulter Farms this spring.

 

 

 

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