Driving Cattle (1)

The boys got a little help from Mishka and Callie roping and wrestling a calf.  It as amazing how the girls just jumped right in there without hesitation!



 

After the trail, we rode the horses back to the ranch house for lunch.  We tied up on the yard fence and took a lunch break.  Then Troy, Wanda's son and Brooke's husband, joined us to lead the cattle drive.  Our task was to go out into the pasture and separate a herd into Angus and Longhorn.  The Angus had to come in to the corral.  So we rode out another gate and into the pasture behind the ranch house and barn.  Once we got out beyond the yard, the pasture was absolutely beautiful.  The way the irrigation works, there is flowing water coming out of pipes into the fields all the time.  That fills the irrigation ditches, but also floods most of the pasture with about 2-3 inches of water.  So we were riding through the wet into the open.  Being out there was so free and open, as if there were no boundaries or limits on our joy.  





We got to a second gate and Wanda and Mom set up shop there because they didn't want to do more than walk.  We went out with Troy and Brooke. The initiation was basically the following instructions:

Ride out there, split up the longhorns from the Angus, bring the angus back.  Ok go!


Hahaha.  It was fun that they thought they could trust us to do it, but I was shocked at the lack of instruction.  




Just being out in the pasture, the peace and beauty seeped into my bones.

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