On the way to the South Camp to move cows we saw this young mule deer (note the big ears like a mule) in velvet just sleeping by the road.
Home, home on the range
where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard
a discouraging word,
and the skies are not cloudy all day."
I guess my home is on that range, maybe except for the skies not being cloudy.
We moved around 500 pairs (I guess that's really 1000 animals) a few miles today, my cowboy and I and the dogs. We took our time and that means about 5 hours but it all went pretty smooth. We work well together; we've been doing it so long that sometimes outside help confuses us (but it's always still appreciated).
Roxy, Pashaw, and Blue had lots of water breaks which was important since it was so hot.
When we were waiting for the last cows to go through the gate Blue found the only shade there was, me.
They always think their mother/daughter/son is back there somewhere, but they'll eventually sort it out.
Another good day with a handsome cowboy.