Today was round-up day for a neighbor's cattle. And let me tell you that Texas is hot and dry. Just before we walked out the door for this chore, I looked at the thermometer which registered 103 degrees in the shade.
Where most people with cattle have a quarter horse, we do not. Our round-up consists of honking the truck horn, dumping a few feeder cubes in a bucket, shaking the bucket so the cubes make noise, and the cattle follow you. I have to admit that I keep looking back to make sure the cows are not too close. In fact, hubby told me that the bull, Pico, got up close behind him and butted hubby with his head. Fortunately, Pico is not a terror of a bull, but Pico is a bull. You have to keep your guard up because one never knows when a bull decides to get frisky and bulls are moody animals. Never completely trust a bull no matter how friendly and gentle it might be.
Then there is always at least one cow that decides she does not want to do what you want her to do. We almost gave up today on one cow. We thought we would have to try again tomorrow. However, hubby refused to give up. Finally, the cow, who has just been named Mary Contrary for the purposes of this blog entry, went through the gate.
Not only did Mary Contrary, above, refused to go through the gate for a time, she refused to a group photo. :D
Group photo of Pico, the bull, and four of his heifer friends safely in their pasture.
After a couple of passes with a kerchief across the brow to wipe off the sweat, we gave a sigh of relief that the deed was done and headed to the house for a cold glass of lemonade.
Until next time, God bless.