Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Our Thursday morning cattle round-up seemed more like a Keystone Cop routine than a snapshot out of "Bonanza." That just continued the comedy of errors that this round of cattle-moving duties encompassed. We had planned to start the process last Monday, but with the wind gusting to 60 mph for three days straight, we waited until Wednesday and Thursday to begin.
I am not a daredevil in any way, shape or form. I usually contemplate where I can cross ditches without feeling like I'm on the rural version of a roller coaster. But by the time we were done with this cattle drive, I was zooming up and down like I was on Worlds of Fun's Mamba - out of necessity, not desire!
In the meantime, I inadvertently hit the kill switch on the 4-wheeler. I didn't know there WAS a kill switch on the 4-wheeler. Randy rescued me, and we continued the roundabout journey. I am sure we covered a lot more area than a half mile at the time we were done moving the ladies and their offspring to the corrals.
I didn't get any of the sorting process either. No time for that. And, after my coat was baptized with a lovely spray of poop, I was glad I didn't have the camera in my hand anyway. I shed that layer. I was getting hot anyway. (It was my pants the day before. I didn't shed those.)
While driving down Highway 50 on the way to the pasture, we heard a pop. Randy thought a cow had just kicked the side of the trailer. No such luck! The tire was shot, but, thankfully, there was a spare.
The grass, on the other hand, is not as pretty as last year when we got more moisture during the spring - albeit some in the form of ice on wheat fields. However, because the Ninnescah Pasture has some underflow, it's in better shape than some other pasture lands.
Our other ladies and babies will have to wait until it rains for their trip to summer pasture at the Rattlesnake. Last year, the guys reduced the herd numbers at the Rattlesnake by a third because of drought. They may have to cut numbers even further this year.