We sold more cows and weaned some calves this week. That means I had mouths to feed. DH is taking pity on me and we're foregoing breakfast for the crew, but my feet still hit the floor at 4 a.m. on Thursday. By 6, the Sour Cream Apple Squares were out of the oven and the Crock-pot Pizza was ready to do it's thing in the Crockpot:.
All I had left to do was make bread, a big salad. and green beans. I was being drafted to play the role of the Pied Piper by 7:30. We had to cross cattle over the highway and I drove the feed truck in front of them to facilitate the crossing. No traffic to contend with and it only took a few minutes to get them crossed. Alas, no pictures because my job was to drive and not take pictures, but occasionally we DO have to cross the highway. Here's a photo from many moons ago when I just had to park across the highway to stop traffic:
This was from 2008...back in the good old days...when we had grass...
Making a plan
We loaded trucks on Friday morning
All of this came into play on Wednesday so there was a lot of scrambling to organize help, the brand inspector, the vet, trucks, and payment. And that meant, yep, you guessed it - cookies. 😋 I had 8 for dinner on Thursday. Had planned on dinner Friday, but they loaded the truck at 8 and finished sorting calves by 9 so they just pulled out with cookies:
The fella that takes care of the neighboring ranch is young and single so I loaded him up with leftovers. He really is our neighbor even though there are 28 miles between our homes.
Now someone needs to do something about this mess:
No grumbling though because a messy kitchen means the Lord has blessed us with food to cook and serve and with a crew to feed. He also blessed me with a nap.