Soapweed
Well-known member
With our six inches of snow yesterday and another couple
inches during the night, the ground was sure white this morning.
We didn't have much wind, so the snow was level with no bare
ground showing. The sun came out bright and warm, and the
temperature got up to at least 47 degrees. I was thankful to be
running black cattle with black udders, because sunburned teats
could sure have been a problem otherwise.
My dad always insisted that we spread the hay in pretty small
piles most of the time, and if a big glob fell off the haysled,
we always stopped and scattered it out with our pitchforks.
This rule always applied, except for bright melting days with
snow on the ground such as today. On this type of day, we
were to feed the hay in as big of piles as possible so the
Hereford cows with their white udders could stand on hay
and possibly avoid getting sunburned. When their teats
were sore, cracked and hurting, those cows would not let
the calves suck. Then we had to catch the problem cows,
tie one foot back, grease their teats, and make sure the
calf sucked. The calves would be timid and hard to
convince, because they had been kicked so many times.
I really don't miss those days. :roll:
Black cattle enjoying hay
No bare ground, but no bears around :wink:
Black calf and white snow
Time on my hands and not much on my mind
Brady and one of his broncs
Giving the evil eye
Cowpoke portrait
Brady in blue
Water going out the overflow--a good sign
Ducks on the pond
Snow and open water--a rarity
Goose on the loose
inches during the night, the ground was sure white this morning.
We didn't have much wind, so the snow was level with no bare
ground showing. The sun came out bright and warm, and the
temperature got up to at least 47 degrees. I was thankful to be
running black cattle with black udders, because sunburned teats
could sure have been a problem otherwise.
My dad always insisted that we spread the hay in pretty small
piles most of the time, and if a big glob fell off the haysled,
we always stopped and scattered it out with our pitchforks.
This rule always applied, except for bright melting days with
snow on the ground such as today. On this type of day, we
were to feed the hay in as big of piles as possible so the
Hereford cows with their white udders could stand on hay
and possibly avoid getting sunburned. When their teats
were sore, cracked and hurting, those cows would not let
the calves suck. Then we had to catch the problem cows,
tie one foot back, grease their teats, and make sure the
calf sucked. The calves would be timid and hard to
convince, because they had been kicked so many times.
I really don't miss those days. :roll:

Black cattle enjoying hay

No bare ground, but no bears around :wink:

Black calf and white snow

Time on my hands and not much on my mind

Brady and one of his broncs

Giving the evil eye

Cowpoke portrait

Brady in blue

Water going out the overflow--a good sign

Ducks on the pond

Snow and open water--a rarity

Goose on the loose