Having fed the last of my neighbor's hay in his meadows yesterday, we needed to bring this bunch of cows home. It was ten below zero when we walked out the door this morning, and it didn't seem to warm up too fast.
Peach Blossom led with the feed truck, while Saddletramp and I were horseback and rode drag.
Going through the gate
The last of them go through
Saddletramp shuts the gate. If you scroll fast, it will look like a movie.
Now that he is back in the saddle, we both can get back to work. :shock: :roll: :wink:
Trailing down the road
Silver in his 'stache, or Frost on his Features
I must be growing older--it wasn't even tempting to lick the bridge railing.
Not too much farther to go