There’s a guy who keeps some club cattle on the ranch. He likes when My Cowboy drives through them and checks on them once in a while. So today when My Cowboy said he had to drive through them, I begged to ride along. Well, beg is an overstatement – I asked and he said “Sure!”, just like he always does. 🙂 Am I a lucky girl or what?!
I grabbed my camera and my brand-spanking new Carhartt coat, which I got for Christmas. From My Cowboy. That’s right, a warm, brand-new coat. My kind of gift, I’m tellin’ ya!
Anyways, we drove down through the field and across the creek, which is partially frozen. The cattle looked at us with bored expressions, barely bothering to move.
Let me just say that I know nothing – I mean nothing about club cattle. I don’t even really know what that means, except I assume he shows them somewhere. I don’t know what good or bad conformation, what to look for in the head, shoulders, or whatever. In fact, whenever My Cowboy mentions ‘club cattle’, I immediately think in my head: ‘club-foot calves’. I know, it’s kinda pathetic. Sorry.
All I know is that there are some very large club cattle in that pasture. And that could very well be my perception, colored by the fact that I was introduced to ranch life on yearling outfits, and yearlings are, well, basically teenagers. Not full-grown. So every mama-cow on the place looks huge to me. But then, I look kinda huge when I am carrying, too. 😉
And that’s all for today! Have you ever shown cattle? Why are they so huge? 😀 Can you tell I was not raised on a ranch?