Assistance is something that we find we are always in need of. Is it because of companionship and the not wanting to do something by yourself? Or does it stem from the knowledge that if you attempt to do it yourself, the outcome will involve hurting yourself or not being able to do the project justice? What if the help you asked for was so much more than you bargained for.
The sun beamed high above us and beat down with a vengeance. My father and I were finding ourselves short of breath faster than we'd expected. We were about to head inside and grab something cold to drink when, from behind us, our cows were mooing with a power so great it sounded more like a siren and was made difficult to listen to.
I just waved my hand at them. They have plenty of grass in there, they don't need anything else to fill their stomachs. So why they'd be mooing the way they were was simply a mystery to me.
We both continued to make our way inside our house. We owned a bunch of land and very few of it was vacated by little shed-like housing units. My father and I had our own separate ones. The one we were in now was the one that hand the kitchen on one end and the bathroom on the other. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and chugged it down. The feeling on the cold water sliding down my hot throat was an incredible feeling. It stole away the heat for a few moments.
I was about to ask my father something when we heard a crash from outside. He ran out there as I peaked through the window. What was that? Clearly my father knew exactly what it was. He charged down toward the cow pen. That's when I spotted it, a cow had torn down the fence on one side and was about halfway through the fencing. I told him we should have put up cow panels.
I ran out there to help him. I grabbed the metal wiring and the pliers. As he made it up to the fence, the cow ran back inside, cutting itself on the barbed wire in the process.
What a dumb cow, I thought to myself.
I helped him wire the fence back together. I knew he was upset by the cows constantly getting out, saying they were the angriest cows they'd ever had. We've never had any cows out here that wanted to be outside as desperately as the ones we had.
After we got done, I suggested him an idea. I suggested we use electric fencing. I told him that it wasn't too expensive and we could have it up and over with within a few hours time. He was hesitant on the idea, so I threw in that I'd pay for it. He shook his head and from then one we had a plan.
It didn't take too long for the supplies to arrive in the mail. There were some yellow, plastic things we were to put around the posts lining the fence, and the long spool of wire we'd use to wrap the entire thing.
After a few hours, we finally had it up. We turned it on and walked away from it. As we retreated into our houses, I looked out the window to see a cow trying to escape. There was a small blue spark that came up and zapped the cow. It let out a strange, higher pitched mooing sound before turning around and walking away from the fence. It appears to be a job well done.
The very next day was a completely different story. I was doing some yard work, picking up some rocks laying around in the yard before my father could start mowing. Just before the engine from the lawn mower was ready to roar, there was a the sound of a very disgruntled cow behind me. I turned around in time to find that there was a cow pushing forward through the fence, braving more electrocution than a cow should be able to handle, and creating a giant gap so that it could escape.
What the hell was wrong with these damn cows?
My father and I raced over to the fence and turned off the electricity before using our tools to mend the gate.
He looked at me in disappointment, as if to say, "You let me down."
I then proposed to him another idea. Since these cows refuse to stay in their pen, let's get a drone with some built in artificial intelligence to keep them in. He was curious how that was going to happen, and to be honest I was too. I told him the drone would be hooked up to the electric fencing and would zap the cows even more to keep them from going near it.
I went online and bought the drone and got a friend of mine to build and artificial intelligence with one specific goal in mind, keep the cows inside the fence at all costs.
After a few weeks of struggling to keep the cows from escaping had passed, I received two packages in the mail. One was the beautiful black and red drone and the other was a chip you were supposed to plug inside to connect it with the A.I. as well as the fence.
I turned it on and tossed it into the sky.
All it would do over the next couple days was hover over and monitor the cows. It would give them a good continuous zap and chase them away from the fence anytime they tried attacking it. It was working like a dream.
One day, however, one of the cows got badly injured by the constant zapping. I told my father about this and tried turning everything off so we could get inside and take it to a vet. However, any time I tried turning it off it wouldn't work. It was as though the drone had a mind of its own. It even tried swooping down at me to get me away from the switch.
That's when I realized the great mistake. I told it to make sure the cows stayed inside at all costs. Even if it involved anything trying to come inside.
The sun beamed high above us and beat down with a vengeance. My father and I were finding ourselves short of breath faster than we'd expected. We were about to head inside and grab something cold to drink when, from behind us, our cows were mooing with a power so great it sounded more like a siren and was made difficult to listen to.
I just waved my hand at them. They have plenty of grass in there, they don't need anything else to fill their stomachs. So why they'd be mooing the way they were was simply a mystery to me.
We both continued to make our way inside our house. We owned a bunch of land and very few of it was vacated by little shed-like housing units. My father and I had our own separate ones. The one we were in now was the one that hand the kitchen on one end and the bathroom on the other. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and chugged it down. The feeling on the cold water sliding down my hot throat was an incredible feeling. It stole away the heat for a few moments.
I was about to ask my father something when we heard a crash from outside. He ran out there as I peaked through the window. What was that? Clearly my father knew exactly what it was. He charged down toward the cow pen. That's when I spotted it, a cow had torn down the fence on one side and was about halfway through the fencing. I told him we should have put up cow panels.
I ran out there to help him. I grabbed the metal wiring and the pliers. As he made it up to the fence, the cow ran back inside, cutting itself on the barbed wire in the process.
What a dumb cow, I thought to myself.
I helped him wire the fence back together. I knew he was upset by the cows constantly getting out, saying they were the angriest cows they'd ever had. We've never had any cows out here that wanted to be outside as desperately as the ones we had.
After we got done, I suggested him an idea. I suggested we use electric fencing. I told him that it wasn't too expensive and we could have it up and over with within a few hours time. He was hesitant on the idea, so I threw in that I'd pay for it. He shook his head and from then one we had a plan.
It didn't take too long for the supplies to arrive in the mail. There were some yellow, plastic things we were to put around the posts lining the fence, and the long spool of wire we'd use to wrap the entire thing.
After a few hours, we finally had it up. We turned it on and walked away from it. As we retreated into our houses, I looked out the window to see a cow trying to escape. There was a small blue spark that came up and zapped the cow. It let out a strange, higher pitched mooing sound before turning around and walking away from the fence. It appears to be a job well done.
The very next day was a completely different story. I was doing some yard work, picking up some rocks laying around in the yard before my father could start mowing. Just before the engine from the lawn mower was ready to roar, there was a the sound of a very disgruntled cow behind me. I turned around in time to find that there was a cow pushing forward through the fence, braving more electrocution than a cow should be able to handle, and creating a giant gap so that it could escape.
What the hell was wrong with these damn cows?
My father and I raced over to the fence and turned off the electricity before using our tools to mend the gate.
He looked at me in disappointment, as if to say, "You let me down."
I then proposed to him another idea. Since these cows refuse to stay in their pen, let's get a drone with some built in artificial intelligence to keep them in. He was curious how that was going to happen, and to be honest I was too. I told him the drone would be hooked up to the electric fencing and would zap the cows even more to keep them from going near it.
I went online and bought the drone and got a friend of mine to build and artificial intelligence with one specific goal in mind, keep the cows inside the fence at all costs.
After a few weeks of struggling to keep the cows from escaping had passed, I received two packages in the mail. One was the beautiful black and red drone and the other was a chip you were supposed to plug inside to connect it with the A.I. as well as the fence.
I turned it on and tossed it into the sky.
All it would do over the next couple days was hover over and monitor the cows. It would give them a good continuous zap and chase them away from the fence anytime they tried attacking it. It was working like a dream.
One day, however, one of the cows got badly injured by the constant zapping. I told my father about this and tried turning everything off so we could get inside and take it to a vet. However, any time I tried turning it off it wouldn't work. It was as though the drone had a mind of its own. It even tried swooping down at me to get me away from the switch.
That's when I realized the great mistake. I told it to make sure the cows stayed inside at all costs. Even if it involved anything trying to come inside.
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