Waiting for the sun to come up. I can’t figure out why we have to start round up so early. It’s blinking cold at first light.
I kind of hated to step out of the warm truck but the work’s gotta get done: rain or snow, on the hottest days or the coldest mornings. Well at least it wasn’t foggy like last year. That was tough when you can’t see the cows.
This is every one riding back out for the second pull of cows. We were all done by 8:45 am and I got to come home, unsaddle our horses, and do chores that didn’t get done cause we left so early. And now I’m siting with my feet up having a cup of egg nog. Maybe getting up at stupid o’clock isn’t that bad.