A Cattle Post

There comes a time every couple of weeks when my dad shows up and asks for our help with the cows.

"Us?? Really?"

"Huh?"

Okay, he's never actually came out and asked for the dogs' help.  But, ya know . . . they are available.

It was time to move the cattle.

So that's what we set out to do.
That's Sam motioning me to go instead of taking pictures.

So we open the gates, honk the horn, and just let the majority of them follow the truck and each other.  For most of them, it is not a difficult process and they're generally happy to be set out into a pasture with more grass.

And leave the old, eaten down pasture behind.

We do have to outrun the occasional overprotective mamas who don't want anyone or anything around their babies.

And there's always at least one calf who gets left behind.

They aren't always the most cooperative when they're out on their own without a mama to follow.  You can chase them as much as you want, but they'll never go in the right direction.  In this case, this one needed a little doctoring up.

So it required some cowboy action.

There is the "brains" and the "brawn" to this operation.  I just won't describe who goes with what description.
But for the record (before you go making assumptions), my husband really IS intelligent too. . .

Still not sure into what category my boys fit.
Again, don't just make assumptions based on this one picture.

So once all was well with the calf, we continued moving them.
We moved them, 

and moved them,

and moved them.
And in about ten days we'll move them again.
Again, I apologize this is not about the dogs.  It is about farm life.
This summer though. . . look out!  I think there will be puppy pictures galore again!!