Today I got to go work cows on our ranch one last time before I leave. I haven't done this in a few years, for a variety of reasons, and I have to say that although I appreciate the memories I have, I think I preferred today's lower-stress version (made possible by a much smaller herd and only me, my dad, and the live-in farm hand [who actually pretty much runs the show] to worry about)
So after a sunburn-inducing day of ear-tagging, branding, vaccinating, pocketknife castrating (you don't really want to know), 4-wheeling out on what turned out to be the (not as exciting as it sounds) rescue of a stranded baby calf, 8 hours without a bathroom, narrowly avoiding broken glasses after getting whacked in the head by a cow, adorable newborn calves and crazy bulls, and a classic Preston Big J burger to finish out the day, I'd call it a success.
(all pics taken on my crappy phone, hence the crappy quality)
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| Taken when I was sitting on the hay trailer. I could seriously sleep on a bed of hay. For at least one night. |
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| I love this view. |
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| Grandpa on his tractor (taken for my nephew, who talks of almost nothing but tractors and Grandpa) |
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| Some of the calvies, after we were done with them. See those orange tags on their ears? Yeah, I put them there. It's a really useful skill to have, probably. |
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| My favorite calf, in the chute. He was a sweet boy. I tagged that silver tag too. (It's not that hard, I don't know why I keep bringing it up) |
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