Happy Anniversary

On our third anniversary, Ty told me there were 4 or 5 pair that had come off the mountain and we needed to trailer load them and haul them off. We got down the road and set up the trailer next to the fence with a couple panels. We had our 2 year old boy, 5 month old baby, and a couple horses in the trailer. It was supposed to be a "real quick" operation (they never turn out that way with a rancher) and so I loaded Tell on our Sunny mare with me. Castle was asleep and it was a cool day, so we left him napping safely in the truck. Ty was on a 4 wheeler and Tell and I zipped down the fence and started trailing the cows up to the gate. They were maybe only 50 yards from the truck, so it really should've been a quick job. But there's always that one cow. 

She was red, of course. It's always a red cow or a brockle that will give you trouble. She took off in the opposite direction and we played hell chasing her down. We barely got it done, even with a good cowhorse and a 4 wheeler. My tough little guy bounced on the saddle in front of me as we chased her down. It took a few tries but we finally got the old biddy and got them all loaded in the trailer after some shouting and maybe a lot of cursing. Afterwards, my husband remarked that we should've just trailed the b*tches. We finished off our special night with Mo Bettas, eaten in the truck in the parking lot since it was the middle of the pandemic.