This week we are getting ready to move the cows to the ranch for winter and calving season. We set up the panels Saturday and dad is throwing a few bales of hay in the makeshift corral each morning. They seem agreeable to the idea of a move, every time I pop over to the pasture these days they wander down the hill and seem to be asking, “Hey, did you bring a bale of hay with you?” and “What, no the stock trailer? No? Oh, okay. Because...”
I have a lot of conversations with the cows. They're chattier then sheep. Surprising, right?
As I drove in to fill the pond one last time, the herd spotted the car and headed toward me. The girls are itching to get back home, even if our weather seems to be a perpetual spring of 60 degree days. I am knocking wood the loading will be easy and swift.
Fingers crossed, folks!