Shots in the Chute

You know what freaks me out? Giving shots to cows in the chute.

I'll give shots at branding, no problem. Never mind that I've been kicked, stomped on, and knocked over, or that I've given myself at least one injection of blackleg vaccine in the wrist. I guess because I've done it every year since I was a senior in high school, it's comfortable and I know I can handle the job.

But cows in the chute? Well, that's another story. Maybe because that's always been the "guy running the chute" job, or because I'm afraid of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm not quick, and I second guess everything I do when I'm uncomfortable. Now that my husband and I have a herd of our complete own, I'm being put in the position of finding my place and figuring shit out in a hurry.

I'm thankful our vet is a patient man. And I'm thankful he brought his hydraulic chute out to our leased place when we preg tested last week. And as much as it pains me to say, I'm thankful my husband let me keep records and give shots to the cows in the chute. I actually kind of enjoyed it

Richelle