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Brenna brings her horse Blue and Wyatt his horse, ironically named Cowboy, to help Ron catch the new calves and weigh and tag each. The tags go in the calves’s ears and look awfully big for the first months. Our newest with the white face mast is a bull calf. The other black calf is a heifer I named Lottie Moon. She has a white patch on her belly. The bulls we don’t names as they will be meat steers.
Watchful cow hides her calf in the weeds at the pasture’s perimeter. Most of the mama cows protect their young this way and it helps to have a horse between the cow and calf while you work them. A mad mama cow can be dangerous. Nothing seems to scare Brenna though. She talks the cows and calves through and they seem to regard her as part of the deal. I stand far back. I’m the observer with my camera in hand.
Fences. I do hate them for the way they enclose the land. Still, I know we need them. It was barbed wire that replaced open ranges and hedges of osage orange and helped settle the prairie lands. Fences keep our horses and cows safe here where we can have the benefit of them. If a fence could be built that would keep crows and squirrels out of our pecan orchards, I am sure Ron would try to build one. The sky cannot be fenced and isn’t that good to know!