The cows had to leave the soft grass of the fields for the hard grass of the badlands.
The day started cold with everyone in Carhartts and hats and gloves.
As we traveled on, the sun did finally appear…
My sxs comes in handy as people start shedding heavy coats.
Miss Reagan actually rode her dad’s horse instead of Panama. When Zip first came on this ranch, you wouldn’t have thought about putting a child on his back… Years change us all.
With no calves, the cows march right along. As they entered rough country, by the time I had worked my sxs back around, they were almost to their destination.
Another half mile and we dropped them, content to graze. If the water holds up and the weather doesn’t get too extreme, they can be out here until January. Fingers crossed.
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