| ozarque ( @ 2005-12-02 19:51:00 |
Cow-whacking....
rbos commented, on the subject of persuading cows to move: "I find that whacking cows with a shovel gets them movin' pretty quick." Which reminded me....
One of the most terrifying things I've ever had to do was to stand in a field -- looking at the video camera and trying to talk without fainting -- when I knew there were live and unrestrained cattle standing behind me. It was part of filming a segment on Ozark English for the PBS "Human Language" series, some years ago, and I'm still amazed to be able to report that I did live through it and I didn't faint. If the creatures behind me had been bears, or dinosaurs, or axe murderers, I'd have been a lot less scared. Scared, sure, but a lot less scared.
I am really afraid of cattle, and locally that's what I'm famous for. "You know that woman that she lives down by the ford and she's scared of cows?" That's me. And so the people at whose farm we were shooting the video (let's call them Frank and Mary to protect their privacy) knew how scared I was, and they were concerned to make me as comfortable as it was possible to do under the circumstances.
The other segment we filmed at the farm was more complicated than just standing around talking. It involved having Mary run a couple dozen cows -- and one huge bull -- down a hill toward me and then divert them into a handling area before they got to me. Mary and Frank had assured me that this bull -- call him Buster -- was "as gentle as a kitten." [The expression "gentle as a kitten" is de rigeur when talking about your bull in the Ozarks. Never gentle as anything else, always gentle as a kitten.]
Mary was running behind the cattle and urging them along with a broom, when Buster suddenly decided he had other ideas. There were big round bales of hay in the field where we were -- incredibly heavy big round bales of hay that you have to handle with winches and forklifts. Buster decided that the thing to do was to go scoop up a bale with his horns, bellow, pitch the bale through the air, bellow some more, and then go get another bale and repeat the process. He did that while Mary got the cows into the chute, and then she went after him. And she ran him down the hill to where the cows were, whacking him on the rear end all the way, and yelling at him: "Dammit, Buster, I knew you were going to disgrace me in front of Suzette! What is the matter with you, anyway, have you lost your entire mind??" And similar warbles. Verbal abuse of a bull, right to my face.
I was awed. Never mind your superheroes. The idea of her whacking that bull's behind with a broom all the way down the hill while he ran for his life -- gentle as a kitten -- and chewing him out at the top of her lungs .... I'd never seen such courage before, nor have I seen it since. I wouldn't have gone near that animal with a machine gun and a shield and a platoon of knights.
[The only thing powerful enough to motivate me to get involved in this fandango was the fact that the film about Ozark English was going to be Part Four of the PBS series, and it was going to demonstrate that speaking Ozark English does not mean that you are ipsofacto ignorant. There were some very nice riffs included that showed the elegance and complexity of Ozark English, and I was willing to do almost anything on their behalf. I was so sorry when the series came out and there'd only been funding enough for Parts One, Two, and Three. The Ozark footage has never been aired. So. I was all that brave -- nothing compared to Mary, but brave for me -- for nothing. Drat.]
One of the most terrifying things I've ever had to do was to stand in a field -- looking at the video camera and trying to talk without fainting -- when I knew there were live and unrestrained cattle standing behind me. It was part of filming a segment on Ozark English for the PBS "Human Language" series, some years ago, and I'm still amazed to be able to report that I did live through it and I didn't faint. If the creatures behind me had been bears, or dinosaurs, or axe murderers, I'd have been a lot less scared. Scared, sure, but a lot less scared.
I am really afraid of cattle, and locally that's what I'm famous for. "You know that woman that she lives down by the ford and she's scared of cows?" That's me. And so the people at whose farm we were shooting the video (let's call them Frank and Mary to protect their privacy) knew how scared I was, and they were concerned to make me as comfortable as it was possible to do under the circumstances.
The other segment we filmed at the farm was more complicated than just standing around talking. It involved having Mary run a couple dozen cows -- and one huge bull -- down a hill toward me and then divert them into a handling area before they got to me. Mary and Frank had assured me that this bull -- call him Buster -- was "as gentle as a kitten." [The expression "gentle as a kitten" is de rigeur when talking about your bull in the Ozarks. Never gentle as anything else, always gentle as a kitten.]
Mary was running behind the cattle and urging them along with a broom, when Buster suddenly decided he had other ideas. There were big round bales of hay in the field where we were -- incredibly heavy big round bales of hay that you have to handle with winches and forklifts. Buster decided that the thing to do was to go scoop up a bale with his horns, bellow, pitch the bale through the air, bellow some more, and then go get another bale and repeat the process. He did that while Mary got the cows into the chute, and then she went after him. And she ran him down the hill to where the cows were, whacking him on the rear end all the way, and yelling at him: "Dammit, Buster, I knew you were going to disgrace me in front of Suzette! What is the matter with you, anyway, have you lost your entire mind??" And similar warbles. Verbal abuse of a bull, right to my face.
I was awed. Never mind your superheroes. The idea of her whacking that bull's behind with a broom all the way down the hill while he ran for his life -- gentle as a kitten -- and chewing him out at the top of her lungs .... I'd never seen such courage before, nor have I seen it since. I wouldn't have gone near that animal with a machine gun and a shield and a platoon of knights.
[The only thing powerful enough to motivate me to get involved in this fandango was the fact that the film about Ozark English was going to be Part Four of the PBS series, and it was going to demonstrate that speaking Ozark English does not mean that you are ipsofacto ignorant. There were some very nice riffs included that showed the elegance and complexity of Ozark English, and I was willing to do almost anything on their behalf. I was so sorry when the series came out and there'd only been funding enough for Parts One, Two, and Three. The Ozark footage has never been aired. So. I was all that brave -- nothing compared to Mary, but brave for me -- for nothing. Drat.]