"I've got a horse ...
and I'm not afraid to use it".
I've been chuckling all day, thinking of him. The same boy, who just yesterday, as we rode out to a further paddock, couldn't get his old mare to even move, and had to swap steeds with his sister, who promptly kicked Jill into a trot and never looked back. The same boy, who blew up this preg-testing glove and proceeded to irritate his sisters all afternoon crush-side.
The humble preg-testing glove, a lifesaver for bored, tired, dirty children who've had enough of sitting patiently by the vet crush. From an early age, my kids have enjoyed as many happy moments with preg-testing glove in hand, as they've had with play-dough, slinkies and yo-yos.
As Jess worked the crush, jigger in hand
Sarah handled the bookwork
and Sal, with high temperature, slept in the ute.
This bounty of
scalps tails, the telltale sign of cows who've not upheld their end of the bargain. To breed.
The 'empty' cows are bang-tailed, their tail cut to make identification of them easier next time through the yards.
This full-tailed beauty obviously fulfilling her obligation, unlike
her tardy sister, who had other pursuits in mind.
Catch her soon at a McDonalds near you.