Ranching 101

I give you cake.

Our mountain of cake, and a closeup of the pellets

We visited the old cows again. They are the select few of our whole bred herd that are experiencing health problems. Ones that I personally can't describe to you, but that my family here could diagnose just by sight. (I'll learn, someday)

And I love them. They're very peaceful, friendly, and have a great location. Backdrop of the mountains, the smell of dried sage beneath your feet (hooves). These nice old cows are a perfect opportunity for Mr. Cowboy to teach Miss Sassy Cowgirl a little something about handling cattle.

Toss a little cake, then quietly call them by saying, "come on girls"

My my, she's a fast learner.

The cows are a little skeptical still. They are loving the cake, but they're not quite sure if they trust this little cowgirl. That mama sure is thinking about it though.

Ella decides that throwing the cake on the ground works better. She even gets brave enough to sneak in a little touch.

Don't worry concerned grandparents/family/public. Mr. Cowboy would never let anything happen to his little girl. I really just do a good job of cropping him out of photos.

So with our bag of cake depleted, it was onto the hay. Our pickup has just the contraption for rolling out round hay bales.

As Spencer drives, the bale unrolls into a perfect line of yummy hay.

And the feast begins.