Cliff's co-worker, Bill. He was here that first summer. My kids love him.
Bill was doctoring a steer with pink-eye. See the glue around the eye?
Putting on the eye patch. I am glad humans don't have to glue on a patch when we get pink-eye. Cause my kids have gotten it in both eyes at once. That could be unhandy. I claim that My Cowboy brings the germ back from the cattle and my kids pick it up. But we can't wait till he showers to hug him, at the end of the day, so I guess we will have to put up with the occasional case of pink-eye.
Then they pushed some yearlings from one pasture to another. I hear its because the grass gets too eaten down in one pasture, so they rotate, to be more efficient with the grass. I say its cause they like to ride. The grass looks the same to me.
Here come the cowboys! Bill is on the left, and My Cowboy is on the right.
Riding home... that IS my home, by the way. And look at the grass!!
Green is my favorite color. Just sayin. And that truck finally had to be replaced. By a Ford, which has by now also been replaced. By a Dodge. I wonder how long it will be before they accept the superiority of CHEVY, and replace the Dodge? It would be funny to go full circle! :)
Note: I know nothing about rotating cattle, or superiority of trucks. I just like to talk. Or write.
Edit: The Dodge did get replaced by a Chevy, eventually. :)