Yesterday I had to get up early to help herd cattle around our back yard and into a shoot so the vet could put them in his fancy headlock thingy and administer vital pink-eye medication and fly tags. The entire small herd has pink-eye because they either: a. step in their own poo and then scratch their eye with said pooey hoof, or b. are covered in flies which hang around both pooey end and face end and infect them. Both are likely.
In other news, I had an interview with the Claycomo library and now I have a job. A twelve hours a week, paying me a pittance, so far away I will burn most of my paycheck in gas job, but a job nonetheless. Yay.
now I must go check on Sirloin, the cow with the bugle like moo, cutest calf and most atrociously infected eye. She was given a shot in the eyeball, (it bled alot) and now I have to go make sure said eye ball is still in cow's head. ew.
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