We got home after dark today (but we didn’t start before light like some folks I know) still it was a looong day again. Made a little longer by this culprit.
Just before dark it started following Blue and me, way to close for comfort. Blue was good and stuck close like I asked ( although he didn’t want to look like he was sticking close and look like a sissy to the coyote).
It was very healthy looking, not all mangy like a lot of them. But they still have flees, I’m sure. I just itch thinking about them. I eventually had to stop my horse and get off to stand guard over my dog till the truck and trailer picked us up.(Although it wasn’t attacking him like the last time I had coyote trouble.)
I was so glad Pshaw wasn’t with us. I’m not sure she wouldn’t have got into a rukus with it. She and ‘her’ cowboy had already started riding back for the trailer so they could come and pick Blue and me up. (Pshaw was so good today and lots of help moving cows . My cowboy loves how brave she is and so good to stick with him and her outrun is really good for such a young dog.)
This morning, we found these girls , hopefully the last of the oil patch fiasco cows. We moved them to the yard on horseback and
hauled them from there to where they are supposed to be (way south).
Then, after lunch, we moved all the cows we could find out of the Dragline
into the South Sand Hills. That’s where and when I picked up the coyote.
I have these pretty spurs that I never wear (cause I think they are dangerous, too likely to get hung up by one if something bad happens) but today I was lonesome for the tinkling sound they make because of the jinglebobs on them. (It’s really hard to take good pictures of your own spurs when you’re wearing them.) It’s a very pretty sound and I wanted to hear what it sounded like with the tap, tap of my new tapederos. That nursery rhyme about “rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, and she will make music where ever she goes”, that was me today : )