My father-in-law, me and my husband working on a heifer in the chute.
The "gals" are all perky eared and curious as to what the ruckus is all about. They have no idea what's in store for them.
Our son is getting a lesson in branding.
It looks like I'm waiting for orders.
After everyone was worked through the chute, we loaded them all up and moved them to another pasture. Things are so dry in our part of the world that the fire danger is extreme, and nothing is greening up. We're desperate for rain. We feel incredibly thankful that we have prime irrigated pasture to put our cows out on. Without it, we would be at the mercy of the weather. With the help of irrigation, the cows are finally able to taste their first sprigs of green grass for the season.
When we let them out of the trailer, they frolicked through the green grass, and then immediately got busy grazing their prime real estate. I sighed with contentment after a long days work was finally through.