Soapweed
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Along the feed row

Snarfling it down with snowflakes in the air

My dad took a picture of our cattle working crew. We summered 34 yearling heifers a few miles from home and hadn't gotten them preg-checked yet. Today was the day. We had 32 head done and all were safe with calf--just two to go. The 33rd one was pronounced pregnant. Peach administered shots and Dectomax, and I leaned down to stick in a new permanent ear tag. Wham! That old girl came up with her head as I went down with mine. We collided and she won. She tossed me fifteen feet out into the corral. Kinda think my nose is broke, but it's a long ways from my heart. There is a bit of blood to exhibit. :roll:

I wobbled around and got the two tags in her ears and put a "7" year brand on her left shoulder. The last one came in, and she was the only one that was open. After taking note of her ear tag, it was remembered that she was half of a set of twins along with a bull for a brother. She sure enough turned out to be a "free martin" and is sterile. Now we have everything preg checked so we can at least think about something else.


My delightful daughter showing concern for her old man.
