Dirk is hauling cows to Lillianthall Mt. (the highest peak in Lincoln County) it is by far our most remote piece even though it borders a state highway.The pasture wraps around the entire Mt. and has natural springs; it’s a rustic piece of pasture with areas that are straight up and down. We take our seasoned cows to this piece but always introduce new cows so they can be shown the ropes.
My job in this round up is merely to stand in a corner that the calves like to bunch up in making the shot into the gate difficult.All went smooth; Cass could be heard as he passed by me hissing at the cows. Everyone has their own style of what they call out to move cattle.Cass makes an S sound and throws his arms in the air.
My husband was born into cattle and by the time he was 12 had his own herd started. He calved out and tended to a neighbors (Danver Johns) group of heifers one winter with the help of his father Ken. His wages were two cows and their calves.He has been growing that herd ever since.
We fix things with duct tape, we are rarely picture perfect. Our mittens don’t always match and life on our farm can feel like a beautiful masterpiece of organized chaos. It has never felt more important than now to share our Ag stories. I hope you enjoy them and please feel free to share any of my stories that you are fond of.