On the Western Front

All is quiet on the Western Front. Moved 3 groups of cattle today. Mostly, I just led them while Gary and Kyle pushed from behind. The standard call used when you want cattle to came to you or to follow is, "Come cow," or "Come bos." The "bos" is the singular form of bovine which is the Latin term for cow. I like calling them, girls. "Come girls, good girls, that's my girls." I think they like it better, too. And the steers really don't give a damn what I call them, since they had their u-know-whats removed.

Gary arrived last night with the rest of his trophies. Where all that is going to go in the relatively little place and all its low ceilings, I haven't a clue. Even without the huge remnants of once beautiful animals to contend with, just figuring out where to put the rest of our crap is a challenge. Do any two people really ever need as much stuff as we have? I ask you???

Noah seems fully recovered from all this traumas. He still has scabs under his armpit, along some ribs, and on his nose. Still no sign of that blue latex glove.

Like I said, all is quiet. Thank goodness.

Hope you all had a great 3-day weekend.