Chasing

 Saturday before last we were asked to crew for Eagles Wings Hot Air Balloons. But this time it was a fun event for the balloon owners, called a “Fun Fly”.

We followed them up north…..

to Cool Springs, NC, near Statesville.

To a beautiful old farm house in the country. With lots of rolling hills and plenty of clear skies for balloons to lift off from.

Everyone was asked to bring a dish of food for a covered dish dinner.

I wanted to try a sample of everything that was brought, but there was so much food and no way could I have had room for even one bite of everything.

But what I did try…… was delicious.

Here we have the balloon unloaded and are beginning to air it up.

As are the others around us.

The air has been heated and the balloon is beginning to rise.

Up, up and away.

Usually, it’s the pilot and a rider. But this time two of the pilot’s faithful workers got to ride.

His wife.

And my husband, The Captain.

The chasers, me included, watch to see in which direction they will be drifting, check the map and take off to get ahead of them.

Then stop and watch their direction again. While checking the map for roads leading in the same direction.

We counted 19 balloons at one time. I have most of them in this picture.

Naturally, the balloons all went in the same direction. There were vans, trucks and SUV’s parked sporadically along side the road.

Waiting to see in which direction to head next.

We are parked along side the road and it looks like the balloon is heading straight for those trees.

But it’s higher than it looks.

Here it’s drifting over the trees from the above picture.

There’s my Captain waving at me as he passes over.

Coming down.

As it lands one of the chasers run to it, to help hold it down.

While they were up there they watched herds of cows running away from the balloons.

We were parked by an electric fence and I was hoping they wouldn’t land in that COW field.

I know they are hard to see, but the cows are there dotting the field in behind those trees.

Cause scared or not….

you know those cows would have had to visit me.

At a dead run!

Like they always do when I step in their pasture.

Luckily, they did not land inside the pasture fence.

We had a great time as usual.

And I was thankful that the pilot’s wife, who hasn’t ridden in the balloon basket in a long time,

and my husband who had been itching to ride again since that first trip over two years ago.

If you ever get the chance to drift away in a hot air balloon basket…..

Do!

You won’t regret the experience.

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When A Cow Yells At You…

PAY ATTENTION!!!

Saturday, The Captain, Boo and I made our weekly trip to the Convenience Center.

 

For those of you who may not have this in your area, I’ll explain. We have no rural trash pick up.

Placed all over the county are these Convenience Centers. It’s the place we take our trash and recyclables.

I like when The Captain drives, it leaves me free to take pictures.

Below is a full hay barn. A sense of peace for the local farmers. Work is done and the critters have an ample supply of food for the winter.

Round hay bales waiting to be picked up and stored.

The Captain stopped the truck so I could take pictures of these cows. One of them kept yelling at me.

This one. See her looking at me?

 

I thought she was warning me to stay out of her pasture.

She kept yelling and staring at me. The others ignored me.

After several bites from some of the “300 RED ANTS” crawling up my leg and me doing a dance on the side of the road, I realized she was trying to tell me to watch out for that ant hill.

Next time, I’ll pay closer attention when a cow yells at me.

I absolutely despise red ants! And yeah, that’s my footprint.

If there is one thing that will make me lose my religion, it’s those, umm, darn, red ants.

On the way back we came across this little guy.

I couldn’t help but scratch his little donkey head. He was very friendly!

Makes me think that maybe I’d like to have a little donkey for the farm.

Now if only I could convince The Captain!

When The Cow Jumped Over The Moon…

It was probably chasing me!

That’s right. Cows don’t like me.

They chase me.

See how that one is sizing me up? I took that last Sunday.

And notice, I am far away, on the OTHER side of the fence!

My first experience with cows was when I was 12 years old. My Mother, Grandmother and I flew to Missouri to visit some relatives who owned a dairy farm.

My cousin and I hit it off well. Everyday was a new adventure for me. To get to the swimming hole, we had to walk through the pasture.There were cows here there and yonder.  A few of them began walking toward us. My cousin, being around cows most of her life, began flapping a towel to deter them. Thank goodness!

A day or so later, we wandered down a dry creek bed to the neighbors dairy farm. Not long after crossing under the fence, the neighbor cows detected us. They began looking up, one at a time. They looked at eachother, then back at me and my cousin. Then began running full steam toward us.

Let me tell you…

I had never been so scared in my life!

I didn’t think twice. I didn’t know where I was in the great state of Missouri, but I knew where I came from.

I came from the safety of the other side of that fence.

I ran…

 like I never had before.

I ran…

 for my life!

I ran…

 off and left my cousin.

When I got to that fence, I didn’t stop to crawl under.

I dove under. I didn’t care if I ate those rocks I was diving head first into.

I didn’t care if the barbed wire fence scalped me or ripped my shirt off.

As long as I made it to the other side! 

Once I was safe on the other side of the fence, I stopped.

My heart was beating 90 miles a minute. It took a bit for me to catch my breath.

I then realized, my cousin hadn’t made it yet. I began to get worried. I started pacing the fence like a horse wanting on the other side.

She finally came running around a bend in the creek. Out of breath, but safe.

She said she’d never had those cows do that before, and she walked over there all the time.

Then when I was about 6 months pregnant with my last child, my Mother and Father-in-law had cows, here on the farm.

I’ll just say, I ended up jumping a fence to get away from a cow.

My Dad, back in his younger days, used to lead his cow with a halter and lead rope.

I’m not gonna get close enough to a cow to try to put a halter on one.

When my in-laws had the cows, they bought a bull to go along with them.

The owner said he was a big baby. You could do whatever you wanted with him.

That bull was huge. His name was Red. And The Captain handled him well.

I didn’t get anywhere near that bull.

Knowing my luck with cows, I probably would have tripped and fell trying to get outta his way and he would have plowed over me like a freight train.

No siree, I wasn’t gonna give it a chance.

Me and the cows…

We have a mutual agreement…

As long as I stay outta their pasture, they won’t chase me.

Sounds like a good deal to me!