Today, it was HOT... abnormally so (90 in May is not normal for Spokane). Luckily (so to speak), I had some things to do out at work that could only be accomplished when nobody else was busy trying to get their jobs done, so I got to spend the afternoon in air conditioning, at least.
The drive out to work, however, was pretty strange as well... and not just in the costumed-advertising way either (although I did see a full-size Spongebob along the way). No, it was two chance road encounters that caught my eye, because they each imply a story that I can hardly begin to conceive the boundaries of.
First was a heavy pickup (double-wheels on the back axle, you know the type) with a bed full of... bread. More specifically, sliced bread, hotdog buns, and the like, all in their individual packages, tossed willy-nilly into the back of the truck, like somebody just decided that they needed all the bread they could find, went to a bakery outlet, backed up to the doors, and just started shoveling it in. I'm pretty sure that's not the case though... since we drove by just such an outlet on our way to our separate destinations.
Second was another pickup, more the light-duty variety, with a HUGE fence inside (pretty much doubled its height), containing two young or midget cattle. They had a little meander room in there, which sent the truck gyrating on its shocks whenever they moved... that on its own was noteworthy, but you wouldn't think they would need a fence that large to move such small-ish animals (I've never heard of cattle being that much of climbers or jumpers), and I don't see how that little truck could move any animals much bigger than either of those cattle.
If you have any ideas as to what the story could be on either of those, post it in the comments... me, I'm coming up blank.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
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Waste bakery product is not an uncommon cattle feed.
Why? Why do I know these things? And why does my brain hold onto them instead of P. Chem and Differential Equations? Stupid brain.
Article on all the nummy things cows get to eat:
http://www.wisc.edu/dysci/uwex/nutritn/pubs/ByProducts/ByproductFeedstuffs.html
OK, I'll buy that... and it would even make sense that everything was still packaged, because it's not like the bakery's going to put the effort in to de-plastify everything first. I wonder if there's somebody on the ranch that gets that chore, or whether they leave it to the cattle to figure out what they want to eat from the batch...
Oh, and as long as IM IN UR BLOG HOGGING UR COMMENTS,
Motivated cattle are capable of unbelievable moves. My mom told a story of having to move her 9-month-pregnant self over an eight-foot fence because a pissed-off cow was coming for her. The eight-foot fences were because cows can go over anything shorter.
Cows. THE CUDS MAKE THEM ANGRY.
Cool... "Invisible Cow Ladder" and all that. Impressive... :)
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