I don’t know what happened last night, but every time I tried to log in to write my post, all I saw was an error message. Since I was falling asleep anyway, I didn’t stay up to argue with my computer. This morning was still the same, and we had cows to move. Thankfully, by the time I came home, everything seemed normal… so here I am.
Reagan and I were on flagging duty, while our last big bunch was trailed down the highway to home.
We had to brand this bunch to get them ready to go out onto BLM pasture in the badlands. With overcast skies, it wasn’t too hot and they trailed along just great. In fact, by the time the tail end had gone through the gate off the highway, Reagan and I had just enough time to drive around on our entrance road, get in position, and be ready for the front of the herd to come ripping down the hill to the corral.
The rest of the day was spent sorting cows from calves and branding. Since our normal procedure is all discombobulated, I found myself far removed from the branding itself, sorting calves into smaller and smaller pens until Vernon pushed them up the calf alley to be branded at the calf table.
(Yes, I’ll explain what that means soon…)
Since we’re all discombobulated, I soon had two extra hands helping me.
They look like they can handle things, don’t they?
(to be continued)Find me here!