07/15/2025
I’ve been on an ear tag crusade for the last few months. There’s something supremely satisfying in replacing lost ear tags. So every time we have to lock cows for the vet or hoof trimmer, we put tags in ear tag-less cows.
Except for Yorky.
For months, Yorky has eluded us. Like, she’s never in a headlock. I’m assuming she eats, because she’s alive and she gives milk. But she is NEVER in a headlock.
Until yesterday.
When I tell you it was a big win, I mean for everyone. Like the entire farm won - there was cheering (mostly from me, but still…). Our vet was very confused. So I’m not sure she believed us when we told her we were going to celebrate with an ice cream cake, but that’s exactly what we did.
In hindsight, I should’ve explained better to the Dairy Queen employee when I told her what I wanted written on the cake.
1) she had to ask her boss if she could write it (apparently they aren’t allowed to write swear words on cakes)
2) When I told Cole about it, he made me see that she probably thought I was some sort of assassin.
So yeah, we finally got the SOB.
But we may need to change Dairy Queen’s.
🤣🤣🤣
