Catching Goose to do some riding
Where he goes, others will follow
Putting out a pair
Sorting out some late calving cows
Kosmo Kid guarding the gate
Kosmo Kid and Yellowstone
This is a hold-up.
A friend getting ready to fly
He and I go back a long ways, and I think the world of Carl.
We first got acquainted in November of 1961, when his dad fed cattle for my dad. The feed outfit was a hay sled pulled by one horse and one mule, and the dispensing of the hay was done with pitchforks. The system worked quite well. The cattle were Herefords.
Buckled in
And about ready to roll
Off into the wild blue yonder
The chicken house Sparky is making for his mother
It is shaping up rather nicely.
Home sweet home after a nice rain
The puddles are pretty.