We were up bright and early this morning to load cattle to sell. A truck from the livestock auction came to pick them up.
We are in a
very dry spell drought and the pastures are getting very low on grass for the cattle to eat. We're already feeding hay that we have just baled. We have a small area to bale this afternoon and that will be it until we get some rain and the grass can grow again.
It was a little sad this morning, for in that load was Mead, the calf I fed on the bottle last year. I couldn't see him mixed in with the others; maybe it was best, but I would have told him "Goodbye and you'll have a good pasture somewhere else."
And in case you're wondering about The Dog, well, he was right there this morning, barking at the calves and even went inside the truck and had to be run out! Some have suggested that God sent him to me ~ no, surely not, unless it's to try my patience.