Emily and I bundled Annabelle up and took her in the stroller to the outlet mall to do a little walking and shopping. Upon returning we learned the boys had the guns out and were shooting clay pigeons. Not one to be left out of the action, I was given my chance to shoot as well. For those who are not a fan of firearms, I believe it would be irresponsible for me to live in a house where weapons are kept and to not understand how they operate and how to use them. That is a component of responsible gun ownership, which I support...obviously.
Though hard to see, I did hit my target
almost dead center.
After snapping this picture I found myself paralyzed with fear. Every time I took a step, she took a step. And I realized that I had now challenged her by looking her in the eye. I started to walk a little faster and she ran toward the fence. I was trying to think of ways I could prevent Annabelle from being trampled when this cow decided to charge us. I kept walking and tried to remember anything I learned from Steve Irwin when he was challenged by a Croc. I could remember nothing, and could feel the adrenaline coursing through my heart. I quickened my pace only to see (out of the corner of my eye) that the cow was GALLOPING toward the fence. I thought about running but was afraid it would spook the cow and, well...let's be serious, I am not much of a runner and it would most likely result in further incident.
I did a u-turn and crossed the road and debated yelling for Bryan. But we were a half a mile from the house and he was most likely running machinery and would be unable to hear my cries for help. The cow also turned around and followed us back the way we came from. I kept walking and waiting for her to break through the wire fencing and trample me me to death, certain I could fling annabelle into the weeds, hopefully sparing her young life.
As the cow got to the end of the pasture she lost interested and returned up the hill to the barn. I walked quickly back to the house where I had to explain to Bryan why I had returned after only being gone a short time. To his credit, he did not laugh at me immediately when I explained that Annabelle and I had been charged by a cow. He didn't even try to convince me that I was stupid or over-dramatized the events. He very kindly said that she was curious, and perhaps she had just had a calf because they do get protective when they have calves.
The conversation quickly got stupid because I told him I was upset that I was scared of a cow, so he asked me if I wanted to bring the gun with next time. I said no because I needed a license, to which he replied "you need a license to shoot a cow?" and then he slowly started to make fun of me. We agreed that I would simply have to try it again, perhaps when I didn't have Annabelle with and could maybe keep my wits about me.
The only downside of this week is that Bryan claims to have woken up this morning with no ability to hear out of his left ear. While I want badly to feel sorry for him, it is mostly just annoying me. He now has an excuse to ignore me and pretend he did not hear. He also has said that if his hearing isn't better tomorrow he wants to be put down, which is very possible now that I know how to safely and effectively operate the .45. He also has the lost the ability to control the volume of his own voice and keeps shouting things like "A German grenade went off right here." and then points to his ear, or he plugs the good ear and yells "Nothing. I can't hear anything." This may be his last day on Earth.
I am also thankful for owning a mop and broom as the warm winter also means perpetually muddy dogs.