Here's Buddy wondering where his favorite cowboy is going with the trailer ( another broken bull was headed home) I thought it was cute and took this picture just before he headed off after him. I did finally catch him.
Here's Pic very carefully eating the leaves of prairie rose bushes. He must just be sick of all the grass and have a craving for something different. (note the new taps)
It hard to explain the smell of the prairie this time of year. The wolf willow with it's soft, baby powder smell, the rose bushes blooming everywhere, and the underlying scent of sage.
And here's Bathsheba cooling her bag. It was hot and she is black.
Then after all our work was done we went over to the neighbors to help them change pastures. The little girl on the buttermilk buckskin just had a baby 3 weeks ago. She said it felt so good to be back on a horse.
Roxy headed back down the road to the trucks. She's a good worker; doesn't get the cattle to riled up.
Old cowboys sure like to tell stories, and the young cowboys who are wanting to learn listen to them all.
This picture doesn't show it but on the way home it looked like the moon was peeking over the clouds at us. I always kind of think of that guy in the moon as being kind of a friend of mine.