Gathering day, bringing the registered cows and Longhorns in from the far north pasture in preparation for weaning and shipping next Sunday. How far north? That barbed wire fence IS the Canadian border.
Steep climb up the side of big coulee.
All the cowhands I need to get my part of the job done.
Time to wean when you can hardly tell the calves from the cows anymore.
Max says, "I'll get you, you wascelly wabbit."
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