This Spring has been so beautiful that I’ve been pleasure riding a lot. Riding for no purpose other than fun. However, T.H. can’t stand for me not to be on a mission, so if he catches me riding out with no assigned task he quickly manufactures one. It’s a game we play.
Today it’s “While you’re out there why don’t you ride through the cows and check the eyes.” (Is that a question?) Meaning the cheat grass is tall and starting to mature and the seeds get into the calves eyes and make them sore. Pretty soon we have to get them in and doctor their eyes. I know he’s already checked them a hundred times and knows that for a fact, but he likes to manufacture the illusion that I am productive, so I gladly comply. It’s his favorite fantasy and I was going that way anyway.
These are the neighbors beautiful Angus cattle that run on our grass. If I ride towards them they will walk away. If I stand still they will come to me because they’re curious and friendly. My strategy is to stay put and they will surround me then I can get a closer look at their eyes. Puncher is drowning in a sea of grass. I don’t say any thing to her because I want to see how close she let’s one get to her before she bites. I’m laughing because I don’t think the cows know what that is bobbing around out there. Then my hat blew off. Darn straw hats and Kansas wind.
While I’m down picking up my hat I get a whole new perspective on Puncher’s world. Mostly because when that cow got too close, instead of biting she ran and hid under my horse. I thought, “Wow, she’s just one tiny dog over her head in an ocean of grass with big black sea monsters staring her down. That must be intimidating …… and a good photo-opp.”
SO……. since I was on the ground anyway I just sat down with her to see what goes on in her world.
They inch closer.
……..and closer yet. She has no where else to hide. Paint is right behind us if we need to call for back up. Unless I let go of the reins.
I’m not telling her to do anything. We’re just sitting. Being present in the moment.
It’s kind of Zen. At least for me. I don’t think Puncher is feeling the love.
Ol’ 92 Cow comes first.
Then 154.
Puncher is growling but at the same time I feel like she would crawl inside of me if she could. No wonder she’s so neurotic at times. She has me messing with her head thinking only of my personal entertainment and blogging material.
Then like the parting of the Black Sea. I look up……..
OOPS!!! Not so Zen. I forgot about Bevo.
Time to scram. I slowly stand up and do what every brave Cowgirl would do …… I put my horse between us.
We ride off. I think Bevo has Pink Eye. I’m not sure about the rest of them.
Love, Cowgirl Red aka Terah
P.S. And still………. people ask me what I do with my time.
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Great pictures ,,,,,,,,,enjoyed the reading. Miss you.
Hey I miss you too!!! T
Whoooo what an exciting happening when Bevo appears out of the sea of black. Poor Puncher. The grass is TALL. I like his perspective though. All I could do when I first saw that tall grass is to think about chiggers. I have a bad case of chiggers right now. I don’t want any more.
I wear boots and jeans and high socks. The chiggers here are brutal. I never go bare-legged or bare-footed anywhere. I feel you pain Lisa. Terah
That was so cool! But Bevo would have been startling! They all looked more curious than anything about why you and the dog were sitting in the middle of their food–LOL! Puncher is obviously used to you and Paint being there for backup and you weren’t. At least not in the same way. Had to be stressful to be told not to chase them and watch them all coming at you! Poor Puncher. But, you’re right! Made a great blog!!! 😉
Hi Rita! Yes it was a little startling. I forgot he was back there.
wow, i just loved this whole episode, i get i got i think i was there!! i think my heart stopped when the black sea opened up…how cool!
thanks for your stories T !
Thanks for readin Terri!
What a reminder to see it from someone else’s perspective- and I would be such a chicken if I was that close to the cattle- even human size, let alone dog size. I would go anywhere Bevo told me to go- those horns are HUGE! So how do you give Bevo pink eye drops?
You don’t Carolyn. You just hope he gets over it on his own. Terah
Hi Terah, You are a great story teller; you should write a children’s book and use these pictures. Great ways of the parting and love the one with the horns above the cattle. Thanks for visiting me and it is always interesting to read about other people — especially doing things I know nothing about. Charming. Blessings Terri
Thank you so much Terri, Thanks for visiting.
How impressive is that bull, it was a really surprising turn in your photo story 😉
Oh my god, i would have been frozen in place seeing him appear like that! Great story!
Thanks Andrea!!!
I loved yor story and your pictures. I’ve actually done the same thing and took the same kind of pictures, minus the entertaining story so I felt like we might be the same kind of gal! Fun post!
Thanks Peggy! Thanks for visiting and commenting. Terah
Thanks a lot for linking to Favorite Photo Friday!!! I’m so sorry that I didn’t comment sooner!!
I love your photos!!!
-Jane
Thanks Jane, Thanks for doing the photo-Friday. I love making new friends. Terah
Holy Crap! Hahaha!! That is funny and terrifying! I know he isn’t nice. Yikes!