Finally, it is here and gone again.
Friends have arrived to help and enjoy the “fun” of branding day.
Old cedar fenceposts reappear sawed to length and split for the fires. Boy, if you could only smell it… go stick your head in your grandmother’s keepsake trunk, and that’s the smell of these cedar sticks as well! Yum!
Fires are built in the old barrels and the irons are laid in… absorbing heat and history.
Vaccine is administered.
Hot iron is applied.
Daughter Victoria tells her sad story of missed calves and errant loops.
Son Daniel’s big Red Rooster horse works up a sweat. Ain’t he a purty horse??
All for this. A nice calf… branded, vaccinated, ready for a summer at his momma’s side in the wild western wind blown land of Wyoming.Find me here!