Some of my favorite pics from yesterday.
My friend Karen trying to get the burs out of her husband’s horse’s tail. I wish I would have had my camera handy earlier when her horse had so many burs in his forelock that he looked like a unicorn. I miss all the good stuff. It was good for a laugh, though.
The Wild Child keeping “books.” She wrote down the numbers of the calves coming through the chute. She had her own set of books for her dad.
These two pictures were taken while working cows at the corrals where we lease some summer grass. Here are the babies bawling at one gate,
My friend, Karen, the Wild Child, and Dot all hanging out in the shade waiting for some action.
The Wild Child and her Papa riding back to the trailer.
Three generations. This makes my heart smile SO big!
The Big Guy weighing a calf.
She is a kid of many talents. She kept the ID tags filled, too.
One of the steer calves. They were looking good.
Some of the working crew. From left to right– Papa’s horse Oscar, my horse Dollar, and the big guy’s horse Stripe. The Wild Child named Stripe and Oscar. Don’t know where her horse was at this point.