Kat Dancing

So I made a mistake today. Pity I work in the second-most dangerous profession in America, where "mistake" usually translates to "injury".

In this case my mistake was being tired and frustrated and in a hurry while in the pit and not being careful enough where I put my hands, so when the cow lashed out at me, she caught my hand between her knee and the bar. Why is it that any injury to your hands hurts like bloody hell? After a few minutes I was able to move my fingers again, so I figured I was okay, but when I pulled my glove off at the end of milking it was swollen as hell. Doesn't hurt much any more, but it looks like someone glued a fried egg to the back of my hand. Dammit.

The cows have been on a real rampage lately. Night before last they ripped up a bunch of fence on me during milking, and that night my mother woke up at about 1 am to the sound of chomping. Yup, the bitches were in her garden, and had gleefully eaten about half of what she'd been so carefully planting and tending for the last two months and destroyed most of the rest. Mom sat in the garden and cried for about twenty minutes afterwards. Then last night they got out and went and visited the neighbors. All the neighbors.

Must be the full moon.

Remind me why we farm again?