Spring Work

I finally joined in on a day of spring work, taking pairs to the badlands.

Brought in a mile from the road… paired in the field and left behind the last nine yet to calve. Continued on another mile or so… paired and left to graze the next month away…

For Brogan

“…when the wind will set me racing, as my journey nears its end, and the path I’ll be retracing as I’m homeward bound again…”

Brogan Johnston. 2002 – 2019


And to Kelton, for singing this most amazing song.