We try to involve our children in as much of the farming and ranching operation as possible. But sometimes, it’s just too dangerous to involve the little whippersnappers.
Like sorting cows.
Which just so happens to be the story of my life. Cows break through fence, cows get mixed up, cows get sorted… cows have calves, calves need weaned, cows get sorted… cows from the farm, cows from the ranch, cows on leased pasture… infinity and until forever more… I will be sorting cows.
With a little dynamite and guns mixed in.
Help me Rhonda.