Friday, November 15, 2013
It doesn't seem all that long ago that we took cattle to summer pastures. We've spent the past month or so bringing them back home, where we'll feed them during the cold winter months. Such is life in the Great Plains.
hay and silage each day.
But even though there's a familiar pattern to the fall cattle round-up, the process is never exactly the same. This fall, I was promoted to 4-wheeler driver, when Jake ended up with a cracked right wrist sustained during the first phase of the cattle round-up on the Rattlesnake Creek. It's a little hard to operate the 4-wheeler with a right wrist that's out of commission.
I'm definitely not complaining. I'm usually left in the corral, frantically honking the horn and throwing hay up in the air in an effort to entice the cattle to "come on down," so to speak. I can't complain about two days of riding 4-wheelers and rounding up cattle at the Ninnescah Pasture. There are less aesthetically-pleasing workplaces, that's for sure.
We had one group in one place. We had another group in another. About the time we'd get one group where we wanted, another would take off for points unknown.