12/29/06 Out of Place II

Out of Place II Yesterday I told you a few miss adventures about getting horse herds across a vehicle bridge. I'm Jeff Keane; today I'll tell you what happened on the other side of the river. While crossing livestock over a bridge on the Columbia River had its moments some of the livestock had more fun on the "town" side of the river. Dad's horse herds handled pretty nice after the bridge crossing but Granddad's cattle were a little more edgy. These cattle were four and five year old steers that had never been to town and naturally wanted to see the sights. Dad said he never knew what spooked one bunch just as they came off the bridge, but he said they went every direction except the right one and for about forty minutes things got real interesting with small bunches down every street, side street and alley. The steers were finally gathered and started on the way to some holding pens, when a couple of those fun-loving country cattle found a dandy garden to play in. Granddad had to pay for quite a nice bunch of flowers and vegetables he never got to smell or eat. One steer even thought he would play with one of the spectators until Granddad jumped his horse in his way and changed his mind. A group of neighbor's horses were brought across the bridge for a sale and were moving along just right until one of the draft stallions saw his reflection in a large window. The stallion charged the window, spun at the last moment to kick what he thought was a rival stallion and shattered a plate glass window. He was one of the first horses sold, but I never heard if he brought enough money to pay for the window. I'm Jeff Keane.