Last Thursday an hour before the sale started we went out to sort enough cattle and push them up toward the ring so we would never run out of cattle and have to stop the auction. One of the heifers that was sorted off the day before was blind and was mixed with other odds.
This blind heifer had a hard time following the others and got behind as we turned a corner. Then a bull out of the same bunch came back to her and made a mooing sound to her and she heard him and turned his direction and followed him. I thought that is really neat how that bull was simply being nice and helping this blind heifer out and taking care of her.
But just as that thought came across my mind the bull jumped up and was trying to breed the heifer. My next thought was maybe that bull had an ulterior motive. A friend of mine who is fairly ornery said, “I am going to try that trick myself Saturday night.”
Now don’t jump to conclusions—birds of a feather do not always flock together.
During the service the pastor asked if anyone in the congregation would like to express thanks for prayers that had been answered. A lady stood up and came forward. She said, “I have a reason to thank the Lord. Two months ago my husband, Jim, had a terrible bicycle wreck and his scrotum was completely crushed. The pain was terrible and the doctors didn’t know if they could help him.”
You could hear an audible gasp from the men in the congregation as they imagined the pain poor Jim experienced.
She continued, “Jim was unable to hold me or the children and every move caused him terrible pain. We prayed as the doctors performed this delicate operation. They were able to piece together the crushed remnants of Jim’s scrotum and wrap wire around it to hold it in place.”
Again the men squirmed uncomfortably as they imagined this horrible surgery.
She said, “Now Jim is out of the hospital and his scrotum should recover.” The men all sighed with relief.
The pastor rose and asked if anyone else had something to say. A man walked up from the back. He said, “Hi, my name is Jim and I would like to tell my wife the word is sternum and not scrotum.”
Editor’s note: Jerry Nine, Woodward, Oklahoma, is a lifetime cattleman who grew up on his family’s ranch near Slapout, Oklahoma.
