On Saturday we branded some of the late calves over at North Camp.
DH called me at 11:30 and said it'd be at least 3 before they got in for dinner. Another thick fog had rolled in about daylight and they were grounded, unable to gather the pasture. Apparently, Dane built a fire and they all sat around and told stories until the fog burned off. DH called me again at 2 and asked me to bring some extra medicine to the pens. Yay! Since dinner was ready and HAD been ready since 11, I was free to grab my camera and escape the kitchen.
It was 20 degrees in the morning and these two broke out their Stormy Kromer hats to keep their heads and ears warm:
I took 328 pictures.
I guess I'm the dirt road version of the paparazzi. I think I went a little overboard, but I promise you don't have to sit through nearly that many. :)
I've managed to whittle it down to 108, but you don't have to scroll through all of those either:
I have lots of framed photos on the walls and I'm working on adding a collage of photos of the crew working cattle through the years to a big wall in the mudroom, which is the first room you walk into when you enter our home:
DH told me there wasn't a wall big enough anywhere for the pictures I've taken and I'll admit, it's going to be a big job weeding through them all:
They didn't get in to eat until after dark, but I had just made fajitas so I warmed them up and the boys devoured them. Not as good as they would have been fresh off the grill. but it had been 11 hours since breakfast. They were ravenous and when you're that hungry, whatever you're eating, is the best thing ever! :) The chips and salsa and guacamole bowls were scraped clean.
We had the Safari Club Christmas Party that evening. but they celebrated without us. By the time we got the branding smoke off,
all we wanted to do was curl up under a quilt, but these kinds of days