When you ride out you never know what will happen in a day. So far, this month, we lost a rope (thankfully an old worn out one), a straw cowboy hat (which we miraculously found today), a pup (that I have looked and called and whistled and fretted over that hasn't come home), and today it was a pair of Kirk Bensmiller (handsome canadian chuckwagon driver) type prescription sunglasses in 6 feet of stinky black water.
I was prepared to work but the neighbor boy was there having too much fun so I just took pictures. (Yes, this time he's riding Wilbur. I'm on the sorrel grandkids horse, GW.)
The neighbor boy caught one hind leg and then my cowboy caught the front end. (Right now, calves are big enough here that it's easier with two people.) Trouper's already tied off to the calf.
My cowboy is tying the top two legs, one front and one back, so the calf won't struggle as much while he is being given the needle and having his sore foot sprayed with wound spray. (Note the cow reassuring her calf that she's there and it's going to be all right). The neighbor boy is down on the ground and tying off to Wilbur so he is free to help.
All done and Trouper watches another 'satisfied customer' happily leave with his momma.
So it was an easy day for me, Yaaaaaay!