Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tracking Down A Cowboy
Its time to work cattle again so John has to engage the cowboy with a horse. Too many cattle to do it on foot. We went to the cowboy's coffee drinking place as we spotted his truck in the parking lot. The other regular coffee drinkers know him well and told John he had left with his son and would be back later. We had supper then started our hunt again. By then his truck was gone so we went to the edge of town to see if he was home. His wife was raking dog poop and he had a small fire going in the yard. Do people burn dog poop? Oh well it doesn't matter he is a good cattle worker. So its on for Monday morning at eight. Humm he must be feeling his age. He used to wouldn't accept a time any later then seven. They will have to haul all those new babies to John's daughter's pens to vacinate for Black Leg and then take them home again. Any calves that look to weigh 500 pounds or more will be taken to the auction barn for sale on Tuesday. As we were going out of our neighborhood I spotted a lot for sale. I told John too bad I couldn't buy that lot and make Shelly Marie a city cow. I could honk at her everytime I go to the post office or to Curves to exercise and a lot of other times I pass that lot during the week. Wonder what the city would have to say? Some people on this same street have goats. Some people on the next street over had fighting roosters. I have a feeling they would tell me those people are grandfathered in. No new animals in the city. I know the neighbors would love Shelly Marie when they got to know her. She isn't just any ole' cow.