It was a beautiful day in our neighborhood, no race to watch since it was last night, and our football teams weren't on TV so it was a day to round up some cows. It was a really beautiful day, but things didn't go quite as smoothly as they could have, from a cow that wouldn't cross the highway (she'd get to the yellow line and then turn around) to a gate left open at the wrong time.
We had a small group of 24 pairs and a couple of butcher steers in a pasture near Richland. We needed to get them home so we could vaccinate the calves and pregnancy test the cows. We usually trail them home from there (about 8 miles), but this year we had a lot of our older cows down there so we decided to haul them home instead. We wanted to sort the early calves from the late ones because we were going to put them in different places once we got them home; however, the facilities there have seen better days so it's always an adventure,
and we wonder if it's all going to fall apart one of these days. Add to that weeds in the corral up to my armpits making it hard to maneuver. We made one attempt at trying to cut out some cows but soon decided it would be easier to haul them home and then sort.
Those old cows are pretty smart and were pretty resistant to being loaded. I had to tell M that if he didn't calm down I was going to quit working with him. We finally got them all loaded and home and took a lunch break. After lunch we sorted the early calves from the late ones and vaccinated them and then sent them out to pasture.
Tonight, M said he was amazed that just the two of us (and me a bit debilitated this week) accomplished what we had. I just smiled and said, "you're welcome".
