The calves acted like they had been starving for days. They attacked that bale like there was no tomorrow.
Saturday morning I put a kink in the husband's cattle working plans. I informed him I had a hair appointment at 9am. He didn't seem to excited about losing his #1 cowhand for the morning but he managed.
Had to get my fall "color" done. I thought about taking another beauty shop picture but when the hair dresser next to me and her client started making fun of how I looked with the foil in my hair, I just couldn't endure any additional embarrassment.
The husband called about an hour or so into the hair process. He couldn't believe I was still there. Lucky for me, I stayed long enough for him to do the dishes and the laundry! Yeah!
Saturday evening, I transformed into the Cow Whisperer, Ultimate Sorter Extraordinaire. I love to sort cattle and we had three bunches to get divided up. After much discussion on who goes where, I wrote the lists on my hand and away we went. With my trusty whip and the husband at the gate, we cut those babies like butter! It might have been the hair. I think they take orders better from a brunette than a blonde. It demands respect. Yeah, must have been the hair.
After sortin' everything off, we hauled some to the neighbor's and the others to the new lease place on Sunday. Our new lease is about 30 minutes from the house. It took two trips to get them all over there. They seemed to like it.
They have a lot more room and more native grass to eat.
And trees, they were so excited to see trees. Our place is an old farm so there are no trees in the pastures. I know what it's like growing up without trees, it's miserable. The cows will be so happy!
Hope everyone had a great weekend!