I’m beginning to sound like a broken record: moving cows, moving cows, moving cows.
Following my cowboy around I’ve learned to rest while I can (the baseball cap is because the strings broke on my cowboy hat and I’ve been to busy to try to figure out how to fix them). Blue is keeping watch at the gate so the bad boys don’t come back through. That’s the calves that hang back and want to make trouble. They are like a teenage mob of mischief makers.
The view was good when I lifted my cap.
Wilbur kept watch too, for a while.
I have to explain his ‘hairdo.’ He has a really long thick forelock and mane that I keep picking tons of burrs out of and I finally figured this was the only solution. I think he was a little embarrassed about the whole thing.
In the end he decided he better nap while he had the chance too. Even with a nap I’m going to bed early (so I can wake up and do more of the same tomorrow, and the next day, and the next . . . ) After the 30th when all the cows go home, I think I’ll just sleep for a week.