Shortly after we arrived back home the Whitlow's showed up. They pasture a bunch of cows in the place just south of ours and because there are no pens down there, each fall they bring their herd up and load them out of our pens. It is a family operation so Grandma Joyce and Grandpa Brian, Jeff and Lori, as well as their kids all take an active part. Consequently the only thing I do is sit on the fence and tell stories. Funny how as I get older, my job gets to look more and more like my fathers. Oh well, good thing he left me with a lot of great stories. And of course in an old family tradition I am more than capable of adding details as required.
|Sheridan and Lori are digging the cattle out of a fence corner|
|Lori riding and Grandma Joyce on foot|
|The whole family is involved in this operation.|
|Great Helpers, Sheridan and Gus|
|Sheridan and her good little cow pony.|
Our "Border Collie", Meg, could care less about cows, she is really a princess and that is probably below her, but old Max, the Beagle Cross, took an opportunity to hurry those cows into the trailer. Don't think either of them are going to be cleaning up at the stock dog competitions though.
Once the cows were gone the DPN horses were back down in their winter pasture to enjoy this fine fall day.
|Rosie enjoying the twilights last gleaming|
|And the sunsets on another fine day at Dogpound North|