|Treacherous footing. Churned up, frozen mud.|
It took the trucker less than ten minutes to back up the trailer, untie the rope holding the two gates and shooing them into the trailer.
I helped Sprite get the critters into the shed at six this morning. That is when she had been feeding them so that is when we locked them up.
There were tears in Sprite's eyes. The Captain died in September of 2019 and these were the last of "his" cattle. Prices for beef are strong.
This is the first time we have not had grazing animals, either owned by the Captain/Sprite or me since about 1994.
I have my eyes open for something to keep the pasture grazed down. It might be a couple of bags-of-bones cull cows. It might be calves. I am not picky but I need about 3000 pounds of something.