On Tuesday Big and I moved some heifers. All. By. Ourselves.
It marked the first time I’ve moved cows by myself. Big thought he might die of exhaustion after we long-trotted half way there- it’s only because he’s *big* and still not in the best shape. It’s hard to get over being a fat horse, you know?
I was saddling up to ride and was about to depart when Zach, who has been building fence this week said, “hey, if those heifers are by the road and it’s convenient, do you wanna take ’em to the north pasture with the cows?” So I said I’d see what I could do.
I gathered 11 of the 40 something *first year heifers*, meaning these are heifers (female cows) that will be having a baby for the first time in April. Big did really good other than lugging on me some. He’s adorable and I love him. But don’t tell Gump, okay?
I bet that was so fun! But maybe all in a days work for you. One summer when I was in WV, I helped some guys move their cattle to the top of the mountain for free range. It took 8 hours and it was so much freaking fun!