'Til The Cows Come Home

I've been down for the count these past few weeks (long story), but finally felt up to taking a ride with R & K to go check up on the cows Saturday evening. We have them pastured about 20 miles from home on a HUGE piece of grass. They have more than enough to eat and water is always running, but we (meaning R) still try to run up there several times a week, K loves to go along and check up on the "babies"...who are now probably weighing in around 350 pounds! They still look so darn cute, though!

I'm always amused by how they come running when we pull into the pasture driving his pickup. It's funny, if we take *my* vehicle, they just kind of wander towards us to check things out, but in the pickup, it's a different story. These big fat cows come running full speed towards us...literally kicking up dust.

Most people have cows that pretty much ignore them, but not R. They come right to the door of the pickup and stick their heads in to get a good scratch behind the ears, just like a dog mightv! And of course, they all have names or affectionate numbers. Baby Girl, Tanner, and #15 were some of my bottle babies. Between them, they've probably raised 7 or 8 calves already. Then there's Lop Ear. Well, she has a bent ear. K named one of the bulls George. Guess he just looked like a "George" to her (and this was LONG before a certain monkey movie came out). The list goes on.

R's thinking of brining them home when he gets back from his hunting trip in a couple of weeks. He worries about them when they're away from home and doesn't want them to get stuck out there should the snow actually start to fly soon. They act better when they're home, almost like they're more "at peace". They don't come running full speed towards the pickup. He actually has to call them some days. He'll stand in the back of the pickup yelling "Heyyyyyy COWS!" until they all come. K has even learned how to call them! I know he'll feel better having them here. But, we'll keep making several trips a week up there to check on them...'til the cows come home...