Wednesday, January 7, 2009
When I go with Behm to feed cattle, this lady used to make my teeth chatter. I grew up around cattle, but none of them had horns. Horns scare me. I think of all the damage those pointed things could do to my body and start to panic. Bones don't heal quickly when you're old! What? She doesn't look that scary? How about this view?
She is no longer with us, but now we have one whose horns are worse than these. No pictures yet. She hooked her horn in Behm's belt the other day & I think he had a little rodeo. Of course he tells me it wasn't anything to worry about. I'll probably just stay in the pickup at that pasture & take pictures. Oh, yeah, that's what I usually do anyway.