Friday, May 30, 2008

Nasty Crash

THE COMPUTER. Damn, I was getting such good information from everyone on Woofer and then I let Megan on the computer and she crashed it. Not intentionally of course. She does a lot of Instant Messaging with her friends when I am not hogging the computer for my blog time and she must have picked up a virus that corrupted the Windows program.

So I have been out of the loop the last couple of days. Made a flying trip to Rapid City to pick up some materials(get the computer fixed), grocery shop(get the computer fixed), buy the rest of my "garden"(get the computer fixed) and have lunch with my friend(the one who fixes the computer). Long day-whew. I sure brought home a lot of work(and a pieced together WORKING computer).

No foal yet-but from the information you all gave(THANK YOU!!)I have calmed down and it looks like she is progressing normally.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Bush Wackin' and Barrel Horses

After several weather induced days of this...

And this...

And this...

A person starts to go a little stir crazy and you end up doing things like this...

ummm....oops????

To be completely honest-this is a semi-educated bushwacking. I read on the internet that now is the time to trim lilac bushes. Right after they are done blooming. Well, I thought these bushes would finally have some pretty blooms on them this year, but no!! They budded up and then nothing. The buds just fell off without ever really blooming. According to the the directions you are supposed to trim back about 3 inches from the blooms and remove unwanted new growth from the bottom. That still left it pretty bushy and out of control. Mom made the mistake of telling me that one year they put sheep in the yard and they ate the bushes back to nothing. The next year they bloomed like crazy...Well, I don't have any sheep-so I guess my pruning shears will have to suffice. I hope it works.

It is still cold, but at least the rain has stopped, so I asked my little cowgirl if she wanted to go ride. Duh...
We saddled up and headed to the arena.
Megan is working Moon on the barrels this week because she has a 4-H Rodeo this Sunday.
As you can see, he is wanting to cheat her a little. Notice that hip wanting to swing out on 1st?

Now that Moon has figured out this run thing, he is really wanting to take off out of 1st. At least he is coming out straight.

Megan kept him under control and after several sit down and back up sessions between the barrels, she got him thinking again. Good girl!!
3rd looks much better. She is using her legs to drive him forward so that he keeps his hindquarters engaged and is traveling true through the bend.

What I find interesting with a lot of barrel racers is that once a horse is running, they don't go back to the slow work. For us, once a horse is running, slow work is about all we do. That slow work keeps a horse honest and traveling correctly to and around the barrels. They have to think about what they are doing rather than just running around the barrel pattern. Especially a horse like Moon, who has learned to "cheat" by flipping his hindquarters out and switching his leads.

We have been working Rip on that right lead. I can get him into it with little difficulty now. Megan still can't, but Rip is a big horse and I think her legs are just a bit short to really apply the leg he needs to drive him into that lead.
But now that we have a right lead, we can progress to loping around the barrel pattern.
There is still lots of trotting involved. Trot to the barrel. Stop square. Walk around the barrel. Trot to the next barrel. Stop square. Walk around the barrel. Trot to the 3rd barrel. Stop square. Walk around that barrel. Trot home.
Then we progress to lope to the barrel. Rate down to a trot-keeping in mind that the rate down must be nice and straight. Trot around the barrel, etc.

Just for fun and to see how Rip is progessing, I loped him all the way around the pattern acouple of times.

Boy is he keeping his frame nice. I love it when horses get to this point. From here on out it is just keeping that nice frame and letting them slowly add the speed as they get comfortable.

For those who might be wondering about the distance that I am away from the barrel. That is called a pocket and when you are training a barrel horse, you must always leave the pocket, all the way around the barrel. In Rip's case, because he is such a large horse, he needs a bigger pocket. When you start increasing the speed, the pocket will naturally decrease. It is much easier to reduce the size of a horse's pocket than it is to increase it, so I always leave plenty of room for the horse to turn comfortably and correctly.

PS-Nothing going with the foaling. I am getting a little worried because I have not seen the baby move in 4-5 days. Woofer's belly has dropped but the bag is doing nothing much. Anyone who has recently foaled--should I be worried that I am not seeing the baby move anymore?? I hate to haul her to the closest horse vet-50miles away when she is this close. Woofer seems to be fine-she is actually acting pretty squirrely for a hugely pregnant 24y/o.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Happy Birthday Honey

Happy Birthday to my beloved "Biker"...

He's proud to be considered "oil field/biker trash". And me right along with him...


He has put many, many miles on his vehicles pulling my horses around the country and attending horse events with me and Megan.
He's not afraid to don a cowboy costume either...

Its hard to find a man who is handsome in both the biker costume and the cowboy costume!!

More than willing to jump in and help Megan with her endevors...


Not above buying me roses...


Or rescuing a kitty who has been abandoned...

Even if this particular cat puts his allergies into overdrive.

I love this man...he is my soulmate. He is intelligent, witty, hard as rock on the outside and soft as a marshmellow on the inside, and above all--he puts up with me.

Monday, May 26, 2008

Closer...But Nothing Yet

The old girl is making progress...

Frustratingly SLOW progress. Oh well such is nature.
Moving on...(LOL)
I don't know if the big blue horse knew what he was getting into when he so willingly jumped into the trailer to come to town last fall. See, he is a ranch horse-born and bred...I'm kinda guessing if the other horses could see him now they would all have a good horse laugh.

If you are a horse that "belongs" to Megan---you are not safe from the braiding. Manes, tails, forelocks...they are all gonna get the girlie treatment.

Something tells me that the horses don't mind, because they all follow Megan around like she is a pied piper.

Last Tuesday was the last nice day we had. From then on the wind blew, it rained, it stormed, it was miserable. They predicted tornadoes and large hail on Saturday. Thankfully, that never happened. But the weather we did get put the kybosh on a lot of our plans. Chris brought the mule and his arsenal of weaponry. We had planned on sighting in a lot of his rifles. That didn't happen. Instead there was a lot of laying around...looking out the window to see if it was going to clear off.

Finally it did on Sunday. Not everything was opposed to the moisture though. My irises are blooming like crazy...

The grass that I planted is coming up. Yay me!! Usually I do not have much luck with planting grass, but Chris lent me his expertise and low and behold, new little grass shoots.

The rain also "prettied" up the countryside considerably. This is the entrance to my ranch. Our summer cows showed up a couple of days ago. I like seeing cows on the place. Makes it feel like when we were kids and grandpa's cows were there.

This is my step-dad's place. He has a beautiful ranch.


Yea Megan, I know you need supervision...

That is why her job this summer is riding horses and mowing lawns-right next to me-LOL....

Chris headed back to Colorado today. Earlier than expected. Their new snubbing unit is in from Canada and he wants to get it put to work. Considering the weather is back to being nasty, I can't say that I blame him. I know we need the moisture, but I sure wished it would warm up. I caught a nasty chest cold yesterday and I think I will be spending the day wrapped in blankets on the couch watching Law and Order reruns.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Whats It Gonna Be?

Alright,
Woofer is obviously in no hurry to foal...ugh. I am really hoping that the vet wasn't a month off when he preg-tested her. That would not make Chris very happy as Megan and I are supposed to head to Colorado after the first of June to spend a couple weeks. But I would not/could not bring myself to leave until the old girl has foaled. Of course we can leave later but would not be able to stay as long because Megan's 4-H horse show is June 27th.
So lets have a little fun...
This is the stallion Woofer is bred to...

He is a 2001 AQHA stallion with the handle Fast Pistol 045. He is 37% Oklahoma Star bred. He has produced two foals. Both colts. One is a bay 3y/o that I have not seen. The other was the grullo foal Woofer lost last year.
He is not missing his eye-he just happened to blink and I did not notice until I posted the picture.

This is Diala Dandy Dolly, aka-Woofer, aka-Big Momma...

She is a 1984 model and has produced 4 foals. Two were by our King stallion, who was black, but registered as a brown. The first foal was a chocolate brown filly. The second foal was a sorrel colt. Her 3rd foal was by a sorrel stallion and it is a dun colt(Moon). Last year she carried to term a grullo colt by Pistol.

So what color do you all think the foal this year will be, what sex and when do you think she will finally have it?

As of this morning-her bag is not full, but slowly changing every couple of days or so. She is loose in her girlie parts and soft over her croup. The other day it was very obvious that her hip muscles had sagged away from her tail head. She was turned with the stud June 10th, 07. She was coming into heat at that time.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

...And Still No Foal

Woofer is killing me...still no closer to foaling than she was several days ago. I know older mares have a longer gestation, but come-on, we are now 11 days over her initial due date...
And I had to take her off grass except for a few hours a day-she is getting HUGE.

But the work kept on getting done. Remember the raggity edge around the house?

Got some of it finished...

Went to the ranch to mow and grandmother's tulips are everywhere. They are popping up in places we never knew they were. Going to have to put little flags out so when they die back, we can transplant them this fall.

The boys enjoyed the freshly manicured lawns. They are such handsome boys...

Chris got here, with his "trailer of toys". We promply went and picked up his new riding lawn mower.

My brother and I got to looking at the amount of grass we mowed off and felt rather bad. Both of us have lived in places with horses where we would have been estatic if we had this much grass for them.
But this is why we do it...

Sorry Mikey-I know you are kind to those rattle snakes, but not me. I don't mind snakes. But once I have determined they have rattles, they are toast. This guy was right by the hay bale that my brother is feeding off of. My brother is not so discriminating. He is terrified of snakes. I couldn't resist chasing him around a little with the corpse-hehehe. Nothing like a little family bonding-LOL.

And then it was time for Megan's 8th grade graduation.

She will be mad when she sees I have posted this picture. Look at those duck feet...I told her to put her feet together, so she did-LOL-the heels.

Gee, we haven't done a family photo in ages.

from L-R;Cheyenne,Billy,Gina(my brother and his family),Megan,LaTonne,Beverly(my mom),Mary Jane and Kenny(they are Megan's paternal grandparents).

It was a beautiful day, so we threw a little BBQ.

And let me tell you, the shrimp boil that Chris bestowed on us was lip-smacking good...

Friday, May 16, 2008

Part 3-The Ahhh-Haaa Moment

I will leave you this weekend with my Ahh-Haa moment. The weather is going to be beautiful and I have 3 yards to mow, branches to haul, horses to ride and the most important thing...my honey is coming 2 days early!!! Yay for me. Unless of course Big Momma foals and then I will be posting pictures like crazy ;)

Ron Rocklitz spent several days with us on our broke horses teaching us things like bend and flex, moving off of our legs and general horsemanship tests. I think he was determining who knew what and who didn't.

Now all of this stuff was not totally new to me. My dad's last wife(he had 5 total) came with a lot of really nice show horses. This woman wasn't new to the horse thing. Among her string was a stallion who went to the QH World in Halter(Woofer's sire), a mare that had done very well at the QH Congress-in halter a couple of years and then went back in Western Pleasure and Trail and the 1978 World Champion Halter Mare. She knew her stuff and was willing to teach me a lot of new things.
With what she taught me-I took the Grand Champion in Showmanship and Trail and Horsemanship/Equitation at the local 4-H show the last 2 years I showed and also Purpled at the State level in Showmanship and Horsemanship/Equitation. Considering those were the only 2 shows I ever got to go to-I was happy. The best thing about it, I did it with horses I trained. The Showmanship and Trail I won while using the mare that is about to foal. Yes, poor Woofer has had to put up with me for 22 years. One year the Horsemanship/Equitation was won with my mom's one-eyed Doc Bar gelding and the next year was with the a gelding out of the mare that went to the Congress.

Now part of the riding lesson time was spent on our broke horses and part of the time was spent with Ron teaching us how to work a horse in the round pen. I was impressed with how his filly worked for him. She was soft and round while she moved around the round pen and would stop and look at him when he asked her to. I couldn't really see how he was getting her to do it. But I was paying attention because I could see that this was a much nicer approach than what I knew how to do. As I watched, I could see him move in toward her and out away, he would step toward her hip when he asked her to move out or speed up and he would step toward her shoulder when he asked her to slow down or stop. Always she had an ear cocked toward him. It looked aweful pretty. Over the next few days he worked her, then started saddling and finally stepped on-with a halter only on her head. I thought we was going to get to see a wreck. Nope that little filly just moved off nice and easy and Ron just let her move around. Pretty soon he started flipping his lead rope back and forth over her head and asking her to trot out around the round pen. That was without a doubt the prettiest first ride I had ever seen on a colt. Man did I want to learn how to do that.

The 3rd ride Ron brought his little filly out into the arena with us and moved her around. She was a little goosy, but he just kept moving her around and never got excited. She already moved off of his leg and he wasn't "plow-reining" her. She stayed nice and balanced. In three rides he had that filly moving like a something that I had been riding for 60-90 days. I was so impressed.

Now we had all spent time talking to Ron and I can remember asking him how he learned how to do all of that and he told me the same thing that 20 Meter Circle of Life's grandpa told her...if you listen that horse is gonna tell you everything you need to know! I didn't fully understand it then but time and experience has taught me that that statement should be in the gospel. I asked him who had taught him how to do all of that. His answer was Ray Hunt. I had never even heard of the guy.

Over the next couple of days, we continued to work in the arena and I honestly tried to imitate Ron. Finally Ron brought us all into a circle in the middle of the arena and tried to explain that it was more about "feel" rather than pulling on the reins. At which point-the "know-it-all" jackass(you know there is one in every crowd) told Ron that that is what reins were for...

Ron proceeded to reach up, pull the bridle OFF of his filly(on her 5th ride) and with one rein around her neck walk off. He then picked up a lope, in the correct lead and loped a circle around us. He slid her to a stop, rolled her back over her hocks and loped off, in the correct lead, in a circle around us again. He slid her to a stop again and backed her up. A swear we all about swooned.

In that moment Ron became my hero and I understood!!

That was my introduction to natural horsemanship and it is a far cry from the Natural Horsemanship that is touted today. Yes, these clinicians are good at reading horses but they are even better at reading people. They have figured out that most people aren't going to take the initiative to learn much beyond what they tell them to learn. As they get more popular, they have to keep coming up with more games, new tricks and some are resorting to gimmicks.

Can you learn from them-ABSOLUTELY. I have learned a lot over the years from watching clinicians. I may have understood what Ron was showing me, but I still had to learn how to do it correctly and meld it to suit me and the horse I am working on at the moment.

Mikey believes the future of horsemanship is going to go to a lot more bridless and bareback work. That is good. Because it is going to be hard to "fake" anything when you don't have the usual aids. However you will not find me barrel racing bareback and bridleless anytime soon, so some of us are going to have to just try and keep it as natural as possible even with our saddles and bridles-LOL.

I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend-enjoy those ponies if you can :)

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Now Back to that Natural Horsemanship Thing

I can still remember in 4th grade when they had us fill out a paper that asked what we wanted to be when we grew up-I said a horse trainer and have never changed my mind. So by the time I graduated high school, I was enrolled in an Equine Science program in Cheyenne, Wy.

Bob Day was the man in charge of the horse program. I have to say-I was impressed with Bob. He was known to have shown some really good horses. Just the kind of person I wanted to meet and learn from. The barn manager was a cutting horse breeder named Dick. Dick was strict about keeping the school barn CLEAN and feeding those horses on time. His greatest attribute though was as a farrier.
Dick is the one who taught me the correct skills for trimming feet. We learned on dead horse legs. They were kept frozen so they did not stink. It was just the initial getting used to having to hold that thing that was difficult. Talk about an educational experience. Have you ever seen a rotated coffin bone? Or the affects of navicular? We used to dissect the feet after we trimmed them to look for lameness issues the horse may have had. That certainly gives you new appreciation for what the foot can and cannot tolerate.

The riding instructor was a man named Ron Rocklitz. When I first met him, I thought "Great-another damn cowboy." I did not go to college to learn the same cowboy methods that I had already learned at home. But Ron was a nice guy and it was hard not to like him, so I kept my mouth shut and decided to learn what he could teach me. A very wise choice-caused mostly by shyness rather than wisdom-LOL.

The first thing they did was give us broke horses to learn some basics on. I am telling you-I was seriously questioning why I had come to this college. But I was lucky and got a retired show mare. She knew a lot more than I did...

To this point my knowledge of starting colts consisted of running them around in a pen, sacking them out, saddling, letting them buck and when they quit-GET ON. It was a lot kinder than previous generations but still pretty crude.
The first few rides consisted of (hopefully) just easing around the pen and pulling the horse's head this way or that. When they got to the fence they usually turned the way you were pulling their head. You learned to sit real still too. You certainly didn't want to be bumping on those colts sides because they might blow up.
Once you were pretty sure that colt wasn't going to blow up and dump you on your head, it was off to the pasture. In the case of the ones that would blow up and dump you on your head, they were snubbed to a saddle horse and you headed to the pasture anyway. The belief was-miles and lots of wet saddle blankets. That is what made good horses.
When the colts got pretty broke and you could do a few things with them in the pasture we took them back to the arena and started "training" them.

So here I sit on this really nice show mare, that obviously knew more than I did, looking at a "cowboy" to teach me something I didn't already know. It was a real struggle to keep myself open to this learning process because I felt that I knew this already and wanted to learn something I didn't already know.

I was soon to find out just how much I didn't already know and that maybe what I thought I knew wasn't right...

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Side Tracked

Alright, so I got a little side-tracked with projects around the house tonight, so I promise I will get back to my learning process of Natural Horsemanship tomorrow. Some days I am a thinker, other days I avoid it with mindless projects-LOL.

I got Big Momma's foaling stall finished. There will be no geldings sticking their heads over this wall!!

The old girl is moving closer to foaling now. Her bag is really filling up and her girlie parts are "relaxing".

We are supposed to be getting a shot of rain tonight or tomorrow and I figured this is the perfect time to get to that little yard project. This triangle of dirt has been just that, DIRT, every since I can remember. I am going to put stepping stones in here, because EVERYONE cuts the corner to the back door. After much deliberation and indecision, I decided to go with the round ones-but wouldn't you know it-I couldn't find any round stepping stones when I went to Pierre the other day. Ugh-I hate it when I finally decide what I want to do and then can't find the right stuff.

So the stepping stones are going to have to wait until I can get to Rapid City. But I did add several loads of good dirt and planted the grass seed. Walking on it until I get the stones in comes with a penalty of DEATH!!

The next two pictures are of the rock and weeds I need to remove from around the house. I did get the pea gravel that I decided to put here instead...so I just need to get to digging.


I gotta find a paint color I like for the house. It severely needs to be painted, but I am not fond of White. So far nothing I have shown Mom has met with her approval...

Megan and I went a little crazy in the flower department at Wal-Mart, but they had a really good selection and at that wonderful Wal-Mart price, who am I to say stop?

Originally, I had found this beautiful golden tan bark to put around the house, but it isn't gonna work-the wind just blows it everywhere. So I had to go to the pea gravel idea.

I ran out of planters before I ran out of flowers to plant...


One thing about it, I won't run out of good dirt. See...horses are good for something. Under that top layer of fresh manure is the most gorgeous composted dirt.

See my supervisor? He makes sure that I don't slack on the job...

Next is getting busy on my "garden". I am going to pot everything because I cannot figure out where I want to put the garden yet. With the price of produce, if you can find any good stuff up in this damn country, it looks like I will be trying my hand at canning and freezing this year.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Natural Horsemanship and the Learning Process

Spring is in the air and around the blog sphere the topics are revolving around the same thing that are occupying my time...foaling mares and getting back to "training" on that horse that has set for most of the winter.
Pony Girl went to a Parelli clinic and posted about her experience. Mikey jumped on trusty Monte and took a tour around the neighborhood, sans any tack. (I impressed myself by learning how to link this morning-LOL). Impressive Mikey-I haven't done that for awhile and I can honestly say that I have never done it outside of an arena.

Now I have nothing against most of the clinicians that are on the circuit today. I like to watch them, read their horse's response and see if there is anything that I can add to my training program. Most of these guys are really good horseman. The good ones are capable of reading horses and getting results. They are also capable of communicating on a level that ordinary people can understand. The most popular ones are victims of their own success. Parelli's program now is nothing like it was when he first started. Clinton Anderson is changing too. There are others in that boat.

Somewhere along the line these clinics stop being about the horse and become about the masses of people who want to learn how to communicate with their horses better. In my humble opinion, most of these people will never get it. They fail to learn the single most important facet in horse training...Learning how to read a horse. Therein lies the magical, mystical connection some people have with their horse or any horse they come in contact with. Knowing how to do this, whether you are aware you do or not, tells you when to approach, when to back away, when a horse is being a snot or when they just aren't getting it. Reading a horse is about the easiest technique to learn-if you just slow down to WATCH AND FEEL. All horses relax the same way; bodies relax, head lowers, eyes get "soft", they may lick their lips, they become putty in your hands. All horses get angry/irritated in the same way; the eyes get hard, the body stiffens, the mouth tightens, the tail twitches.

I had to learn how to read a horse the same as anyone else. I can still remember when and who made me aware of this process and it was years after I had ever started breaking colts...

Do you know that I broke my first horse twenty-six years ago at age 12. He was a bay gelding that my dad gave me and his name was Zip. I did not want Zip to be snubbed to the post, have a leg tied up, sacked out, saddled and the "buck" rode out of him the way everyone broke horses in this area at the time. So I used to sneak down to the corral, put Zip into a small sorting pen and climb on his back, with nothing on him and ride him around. I was "breaking" him, my way. After a few days of this I decided to show dad that he didn't need to scare my horse with all of this other stuff, so I took him to the corral to show off my great training ability. You know what? I got my butt spanked for that one.

Now that I am a parent, I realize that I must have scared my dad to death. He wasn't thinking about what I had accomplished. He was thinking about how he could have walked to the corral and found my broken body in the pen with that barely halter-broke, 3y/o. As they say, ignorance is bliss...

I wished I could say that my attempt worked but Zip still needed to be broke to saddle and although my dad skipped the snubbing and leg-tying up routine, it was pretty western by today's standards. Shortly after Zip cut his foot on some old wire in the yard and ended up taking a one-way trip. Again, twenty-six years ago, people had different ideas of what to do with a crippled horse.

The one good thing that came out of that little experience was that dad did let us kids try different methods of starting colts. Actually, my brother's and I thought we were pretty innovative. We "round-penned" our colts, sacked them out pretty good for a few days and saddled them in the cattle chute, so we didn't have to rope, choke, snub and tie hind legs up. We were quite modern-LOL.

And then I went to college to get my Equine Science degree...

Monday, May 12, 2008

The Fruits of Our Winter Labor

It seems that nothing changes and then one day all of the changes just smack you in the face.
Most of our horses spend the winter in the pasture. If the snow gets deep we do put big round hay bales out for them. And of course we keep the water tanks open for them, so they have a good supply of ice free water.
Only the "problem" children and the bred mare get the luxury of living in town.
Moon-has been notorious for not gaining weight. Having his teeth fixed has helped a lot, but that doesn't seem to be the only reason as he still requires about 2x's as much as a horse his size should require. But finally, he is starting to fill out...

Not hard to tell that this is his momma...

Big Momma is taking her own sweet time about this foaling business. Everything looks really good though and I am not nearly as worried about it as I was earlier this winter...

And Rip-well he came to town because he was cresty in the neck, showing signs of stretched lamina, hollow-backed and pot-bellied.

Gone is the cresty neck, the saggy back and the pot belly...

So I guess-pitching hay, slopping wet grain and trying to clean up frozen poop all winter was worth it.

Megan and I celebrated Mother's Day by jumping on the geldings bareback this evening and riding to the drive-inn for ice cream. Then just for fun we cruized Main Street. Gotta love living in a small town-LOL. I hope everyone had a wonderful Mother's Day!!

Saturday, May 10, 2008

The Second Branding

I didn't forget to get pictures at the 2nd branding Megan and I went to the other day...I just forgot the camera at their house and was waiting for them to bring it to town.

We got there early enough to see them bringing the cows in. Both Megan and I were wishing we had been invited to ride at these brandings. For a long time it was hard to get riders, so a lot of people started using 4-wheelers to round up. It was quicker and lots more people had them than saddle horses.
Now it seems that everyone is back to riding. Well good!! Because this particular family "raises" horses and has a huge production sale in the fall. I always found it irritating that they touted their "good ranch-raised" geldings, but that they used 4-wheelers to work their cattle. I guess they weren't exactly lying when they called them ranch-raised. They were raised on a ranch, they just didn't get much ranch riding. Ummm...are my claws showing?? Sorry about that. Just a little pet peeve. But they do seem to be using their horses more now days. And...they do have nice horses as you will see. Okay on with the show!!

Here come the cows...


Momma was looking for an escape route...


The drag riders...


Everyone has portable panels these days-so instead of having to drive the cows to the house to use the corrals, they just set up pens in the corner of a pasture and that is where we brand...


One of the guys explaining that they left a calf back by the dam(He was lucky that I didn't have a horse trailer or this 3y/o filly would have mysteriously disappeared-OMG she was gorgeous)...

Okay-so this is where 4-wheelers are handy. One of the guys jumped on a 4-wheeler and within a few minutes he was back with the calf hog-tied on his lap. Missed the pic of that-darn.

While we were waiting for the old farts to get the cattle sorted, one of the guys decided it was a good time to practice his "swing-on" with his sister's horse. Sonny(the horse) does not look impressed...


I think he is plotting evil things for these girls...

Poor Sonny-he is a good horse. Kind to a fault.

Oh yea-I definitely need a T-shirt like this one...


Tomorrow-I will actually get to the branding. We had the A-Team working hard!!