My Grandma said she would work for me last Wednesday, so I could go move cows with Kody. We moved them 10 miles, across the railroad tracks, across the bridge going over the river, and then across the highway. There weren’t any critical spots, they all moved slowly but without any fuss. Out of 378 cows there was only one that tried to get away once and my little paint horse did a great job getting her back to the herd.
The morning started out gathering them out of one pasture they were moved to the day before, right off the bat a little yearling antelope jumps up out of the brush and runs right past us just giving little paint a case of the jitters…but nothing more.
They are hauling gravel out of a ranch that we cut through, I counted twelve gravel trucks driving right past us…and they didn’t seem to bother.
We got down past the river, the cows were moving across the highway. I decided to ride around a big ditch that was frozen solid at the bottom…just because I like to be safe. Kody was flagging traffic about 100 yards up from me and saw this happen…
I squeezed little paint into a trot, and holy heck. His back feet went up, his nose went down. This was the last thing on my list of things to do. He was ahead of me the whole time, I was scrambling to shorten my reins, and mid third jump I landed on a gravel road. Before I got myself off the ground, little paint had run across the highway and Kody ran over giggling to himself. Then he saw my face, bloody nose, bloody chin and blood in my mouth. Thankfully I didn’t lose a tooth!
Looks like me and little paint have a little more work to do.