Friday, November 20, 2020

A Moving Story

It was a cold, cold morning. Frost on the windshield.

The sun was just peeking over the ridge behind our neighbors' house.

It was time to move the cows from a pasture down the road back to our land. Three had gotten out the day before and headed for home.

Cold weather makes them antsy and ready to come back to where they know hay will be provided. John had a bucket of sweet feed and tolled them down the road to our pasture.

They were happy to comply.

Justin was behind them in the Kubota, to make sure none took a notion to do something crazy. And I was parked at our driveway, ready to wave a stick and turn back any who might head past the gate into their pasture.

There were three foolish calves who briefly had other ideas and had to be turned (me waving stick, Justin nipping quickly around them) but very soon, the herd was where they belonged and happily munching the still green grass.

There's a job done!



Anvilcloud said...

A peaceful blog about things going on in the same old way in these times.

I finally downloaded Crows. It takes me awhile to get around to some things. :) I couldn't find it on, but I found it at Canada's big bookstore, Indigo, who link with Kobo. I haven't used my Kobo app for some time, but it's all set now. It may take awhile. Don't hold your breath. :)

KarenB said...

What? No lassoes and come on, little dogies? No cowboy boots and hats?? Where's the fun in that? ;)

A Bit of the Blarney said...

Wonderful title and grand tale. Thank you and have a wonderful weekend!!!!!

Barbara Rogers said...

And thus another farming job is done! I read recently how the Texas cattle drives to market were stopped in the 1800s sometime, from having some kind of infestation and railroads wanting to have them be paying clients. Well, that's how I forget half of what I've read. It makes my life interesting to go back and pick up the rest of the pieces! Thus I'll re-read Crows in the near future!