Moms waiting anxiously to be reunited with their calves. |
I thought that firing up both motorcycles, this past Thursday, fired me up for spring. I was wrong. Saturday morning came, complete with sunshine, the return of sandhills, herons and robins. Ah, spring is in the air.
I hustled out to Mission Creek Ranch, just east of town, not wanting to be late. I wasn't worried about getting my pay docked, I just didn't want to miss out on anything. Turns out I got there a bit early and got to hang out with Cody for a bit, waiting for the medicine to show up. Saturday was to be the first of three rounds of branding scheduled to take place at the ranch. What a beautiful day it was.
The barn had about seven sets of newborns that just came into this world and are waiting to feed off mama for the first time. This handsome little nipper is cute as a button and not much bigger than one, at that.
For lunch, we had pulled pork and all the fixens. Ice cold beer and brownies, but not necessarily in that order. It feels good to be welcomed in. I always enjoy working hard with a great bunch of people. I feel even better when I get invited back. I'd venture to say that everyone involved, slept good that night. There may have been a few that never waited that long.
Little nippers romping through the creek. |
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