One of the days before we left Colorado, we got to see Mick move his cow/calf pairs. Justin helped. The kids and I stood around watching and occasionally getting in the way. It was terrific fun.
Mountains in the morning.
The girls watching the canyon go by
Pretty cool to have in your back yard, hm?
Mick waiting with a lagging calf. Dawna had hooked up the cattle trailer and we all piled in the truck to follow along behind the herd and put any calf who wasn't moving ahead in the trailer. Only one had to be put in.
Galloping down to meet up with the others
The calves don't really know what they are doing. While cows will quite frequently go where you are directing them, the calves like to stop and smell the sagebrush and generally see no need to scurry. A little tap from the rope keeps them moving with their mammas.
Very straggly bunch, with all the calves milling around.
That's my cowboy!
Father and son
Justin getting after an escapee
This red calf. Not sure where it came from. But it was cute against all the black.
Heading up the lane to the corrals
Cottonwood buds (I think)
Following them up the lane
Kids hanging out the window
Finally where they are supposed to be. And the bellowing and bawling started in earnest, with mothers looking for little lost calves and calves hollering their little heads off.
There is a little sorting, trying to aim cows and calves in each other's direction
A calf, doing his thing
Waiting for them to settle
Justin's aunt Cari, Justin, and Matt, the guy who owns the ranch
Mick checking his cows
I loved the train in the background
Kids on the fence
Matt and Justin doing something in earnest
Running after a cow who went through the fence to the horses
A few more of the canyon, just for good measure