So between cowboys and four wheeler riders, the cows and calves were penned.
Time to separate them. Cows out the gate, calves into another pen. That meant two guys sorting them… with others running backup for when calves scooted by on accident.
Three cowboys gathered up a dozen or so and urged them towards the gate.
As the last few passed through, one cowboy was already turning, hustling back to bring more.
Notice that the sun is finally up!
And back again. And again. And again.
A few discussions on “what next”…
The buyer’s trucks arrive…
I’m put to work bunch weighing the calves. Fifteen are run into the scale pen at a time and I weigh them. When you sell calves or yearlings, you estimate their weight. So many things can throw your guess off… weather, grass, water, stress, illness, genetics… hopefully you’ve guessed in the ballpark… and this year we did! Yay!
While Victoria and our cattle rep did paperwork, we finished loading the calves onto the trucks.
Our cowboys left with a great big heaping pile of gratitude from us… and we took an early lunch at my place with just hamburgers and fries. Victoria and Wyatt had to leave followed by Daniel. Vernon, Brandon, and I finished some odds and ends… weighing a few more calves individually… and hauling some open cows and moving some better hay in for the weaned calves.
I think Johnny Greet would have been awfully happy sitting in that cold scale house with me looking at those calves!
My partners in crime didn’t seem to care one way or another.
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What a gorgeous day! Lots of nice photos. Doggies sure are plum tuckered out after helping.
What a morning! I’ll bet you all miss Johnny!