The bucket list or a list of buckets
This has to be the best bucket list ever. A lit of buckets. Ol’ Billy likes the idea of buckets as long as there is food in it. That is the most important part of the bucket. No food in it, no use for it. And Billy is a strong bugger too. Many buckets have met their maker before time.
I remember the old purple plastic bucket. it got used a few times to deliver food to Billy. But one day it got left behind, in the enclosure. I was wondering where it was when I wanted to feed him. He was standing proud a punch with a handle wrapped around his giant horns. Purple plastic bits everywhere. If I wasn’t missing a purple bucket I wouldn’t have clue what these bits were for or from.
As a replacement I used a green garden waste bin. It had a lid. You got that right it had. It fell off and Billy had nothing better to do than to pull that apart, comprehensively. It met the same fate as the purple bucket. Weeks later the bottom fell victim to him as well. It was too close to the cage.
In my desperation I got an old wooden bucket. it was lying around for ages and I had no use for it. After all it had two metal rings and solid half inch thick hardwood. Sure this is going to keep him busy for some time. Billy wasn’t wasting much time with it. By the end of the day I had kindling for the fire and two oblong shaped steel rings. One of which was wrapped around his left horn. I think he was smirking.
Right, you want solid! I muttered. I have just the right bucket for you. How about our old steel rubbish bin from the house. The steel certainly will hold you up for some time. It didn’t. The steel bucket turned out to be no match. It was flat as a tack and hard against the fence when I found it a few days later. I need something smarter.
I have a few old paint buckets. But they won’t stand up for sure. Unless Billy can’t get to it. I went into his cage with a large post and a nail. Billy watched me putting the post in the ground and hammer in a large nail. After I fed him I hooked the bucked up high on that post. I think I got him. The bucket stayed up there for well over a week. But things changed when he pushed the post over. The bucket was history.
I had only one more option left. I bought a brand new rubber bucket. Rubber is tough, it doesn’t break or bend. I could see ol’ Billy smirking when I fed him. He wanted to destroy this bucket. A few bobs with the horns and a confident hurl around saw the bucket as new. i watched him for a while. I noticed his disappointment. But then he got his head stuck in it.
This changed things a little bit. I wanted to pull it off his head. However I had to wait a bit as he was flailing around like a goat possessed. He charged up and down the cage. There is no way I enter the cage when he is on the move like that. I value my limbs. Then, with a mighty crunch, he stopped. There is now a hole in the fence but Billy was quiet. He was sitting on his bum and groaned a bit. I pulled the bucket off his head. I think he will be fine.
This is the first bucket that beat him. He never destroyed another bucket again. I think it knocked some sense into him. Or out. We haven’t decided yet.
The end
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