Moving Cattle
The Goblin Child has a horse crazy friend. I can use that friend to get my daughter on a horse. And so I will.
We picked her friend up today with the trailer on and went straight to the pasture. November days are short and I wanted to get there with as much daylight still as possible. For the first time in a week the wind wasn’t howling and it was warm. Perfect for riding.
The cows needed moved. Might as well do it horseback. Makes the job more fun if nothing else. I rode Rusty, of course. My daughter was on her little gaited mare Jerry. Her friend prefers my sons little arab are Lady.
The mares were feeling zippy, excited to chase some cows. Rusty needs to do so much more of this. He was very confused by the whole thing. The mares were wanting to trot and the girls had to hold them back. But they still started off great pushing cows ahead of them as we went.
We went through the creek bottom, up and down the banks, through the trees. The calves kept coming back to sniff the horses. I followed the bulls off away from the girls. They kept the herd moving nicely in front of them.
Through the gate to new grass. The cows seemed to know the way. We rode into the new pasture to check gates and the water tank. Combines drove by. Cows grazed. The weather stayed nice. Then back through the pasture. We took the long way, enjoyed the ride.
