Rescuing Rusty

This last week has been long. It’s been hot. It’s been exhausting. I did get to ride a couple of times and even work cows on Rusty which is always…

Or not. Almost though, in  name if nothing else. We went out to check the cows. One of our cows had a calf. It was up and standing next to…

I’ve been sharing stories of mad cows and dying calves. Those are the exceptions, the odd ones out that make for a good story. I feel like I should tell…

At least it wasn’t snowing. Much. That was something. It was cold though, bitterly so. I was finishing my lap through the cows. Nothing was going on. The one calf…

The calf lay alone on the hillside. Still and quiet he hid as baby calves do. Never moving except his eyes as they followed me around. I needed his mom…

Laying in bed late on a weekend morning, luxuriating in that place between wakefulness and sleep. Not having to get up yet. Until the children ran to the door. “There…

It’s still snowing today. The second day of it. Not a blizzard, not for us at least. A decent amount of snow and we can hear the wind howling out…

I never did put an ear tag in Booter. I don’t remember why. Probably just never bothered. I know I had planned on running them all through and giving them…