Mountain Trail

I need to put off my other Kids’ Rodeo pictures for a bit and share the ones from yesterday.
My sister was official photographer…
The focus (pun intended) of her pictures is a bit different from mine…
First, she takes more photos of people…
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(Like me visiting with my mother as we take a break)
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(Or Victoria and Jazz moving things along…)
And many many many less of dogs…
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(Squint and you can see Elsa and Dally at the back near Victoria)
I had to tell her to take closeups of Dally and Elsa, knowing their bog sodden faces wouldn’t last long on their English Shepherd coats…
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(They are actually waiting for their EnergyEdge dog bones to replace their carbs lost working hard!  I bought them for Lucas, but he refuses to eat them!)
She likes trees… especially ones growing out of rocks…
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(Two for one here…)
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(Amazing isn’t it?)
She gives new perspective to our mountain trail…
I have more…
But you’ll have to come back later!!

Bogged Down

Left home at 4 am…
Returned at 8 pm…
Successfully moved stock to lower mountain pasture…
Horses, dogs, people tired…
Can you read Dally’s expression of exhaustion???
She did very well chasing cows out of bogs today… but her look says it all…
Whew…
Did I really really want to be a cowdog when I grew up???
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Many Faces of Kids’ Rodeo

While I should be cleaning my house…
I have company coming…
I figured I better get this posted or it wouldn’t happen later!
Kids’ Rodeo…
synonymous with hottestdayinJuly/slowerthanmolasses/cuterthancute/whyinthe’elldowedothis?
But boy! you end up with some cutie photos!
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Typical Grand Entry Posting of the Colors… until you notice the Wyoming flag bearer is kinda dressed “funny”…
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That’s because minutes later she wins the costume contest for her and her horse!
Note… clown shoes don’t fit into typical stirrups…
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Same ol’ mutton bustin’… that’s B. from yesterday’s post about the stick horse race on the left…
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Barrel racing for those 5 and under is a tad bit different if you can’t keep your feet in the stirrups or make the horse move.
You get Grandpa to lead you around…
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Or your aunt…
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Or your big sister the Rodeo Queen…
Did you realize the average time for 5 and under barrel racers was 2.5 minutes???
Blazing fast!
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The steer riding, on the other hand, lasted split seconds… not 8!
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The first flag racer had a runaway… so everyone else rolled their flags… though not all made it in the bucket!
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The ribbon race was a challenge for most as well…
Soon, I’ll cover the highlights of the rodeo… the shirttail button race and the potato race.
Stay tuned!
Since we took 45 cow/calf pairs to our mesa pasture this morning… that means we’ll trail to the mountain bright and early tomorrow morning.
That means I’ll spend all day on horseback tomorrow…
That means I may not have time for a post…
Unless on the way, I manage a gorgeous shot of trailing cattle… or dogs… or elk… or me!

Kids’ Rodeo

I did ambulance standby for the Ten Sleep Kids’ Rodeo today.
I’ve helped off and on with this activity since my kids were little… read 15 years or so…
I managed to acquire a few good photos…
and a few funny stories…
but I beg that you let me tell them tomorrow…
The hour is late.
The bugs are bad.
The body is tired.
For now…
B.
In all his stick horse race glory…
bryan

Cathartic?

Cathartic… purging the bowels… metaphorically cleansing the psyche.
Ewwww!
Right?
Never did I know until today… that turkey vultures’ Latin name is Cathartes aura.
Purifier.
As in regurgitation.
As in urohydrosis.
Look that one up!
Why do I care?
Because up at the Mills place you see this…
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See ’em?
They love it up there…
They have for years…
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They roost in the cottonwoods…
and around the corral…
I counted close to thirty.
Yes.
Thirty.
They are kinda creepy…
I don’t want to believe in portents when they are about…
Flying overhead…
Stretching their wings…
Gliding on thermals with their six foot wingspans…
Dipping and tilting…
Often mistaken for an eagle in flight by tourists…
They are, in their own way… cool.
And still creepy.
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