Wild Animals Are Wild
I am a woman of the West.
I know how to ride a horse. I know how to dehorn a calf and sear the artery if clipped. I have wrangled horses, cattle and even one summer, I wrangled honey bees for a ranch with a lucrative side deal for a major honey producer.
I have stood confidently in front of a pack of horses as they charged at me. I had a riding instructor who made us stand at various places in a large pen and she charged the horses at us and made us learn to turn the herd. Over and over.
I have stared down the barrel of a herd of calves who were naturally unwilling to herd and likely to scamper as they broke free from a trailer and ran to the four winds. I have pushed noses, tails and avoided flying hooves as I helped turn them back around.
I have stood near the back of a horse trailer when a flighty animal came blasting out. I have stood in the front of a horse trailer when a balky animal wanted no part of loading in.
I have even been in the line of fire of a charging herd of insane sheep (all sheep are insane) and got the hell out of the way.
Once, I was almost trampled by turkeys.
All of this is to say, I’ve got a little experience with large animals and herd behavior. I know how to stand confidently and turn those charging animals in another direction. I know not to have fear but only conviction.
I am a powerful woman of the West.
Today, I was out walking with a friend (known on this blog as Worm Girl) on a walking path that is next to a grassy berm that runs along a busy street.
Along this berm were about thirty wild Canada geese.
Suddenly along came a fire truck with sirens at full blast.
And when those thirty geese turned in masse and began running toward me (and away from the siren)…
…I screamed like a little girl, threw my arms over my head and hid behind my friend.
That’s me, a powerful, animal wrangling, rootin’ tootin’ woman of the West.
Annie Oakley photo found all over the web in public domain and used here under Fair Use.