Early this morning, we finished the fence in the calf pen and revamped our trailer loading area. Then it was time to sort the cattle. Sorry, there are no cattle working photos. Since the husband and I are the only ones here, no time for picture taking. One of us is working the gate, while the other is pushin' the cattle.
It started off pretty well in the beginning. We managed to cut out a lot of the cows and a few calves that needed to stay together. Then we started sortin' the neighbor's cows off so we could move them back to his place. A few of them were being turds and not wanting to work for us. They had us running from one side to the other. During one "chase", I looked up and the husband was face down in the dirt. I asked if he was okay before I burst out laughing. I fell the day before walking across the backyard. Didn't see a hole and fell smooth over. The husband dogged me pretty good for it so this was just payback! Then he cornered a couple calves and one decided that was not the place to be and kicked the crap out of him. He should have known better than that and now he has a nice bruise on the back of his calf to serve as a reminder!
So now we have a pen full of crying babies and a pasture full of upset mothers. We've got some loud bellerin' days ahead of us.