The cow went down in the pasture.
I took it as a sign.
Like lightning striking my saddle
horn or guppies in the wine.
Baxter Black is a cowboy poet, author, vaquero philosophizer, left-handed roper and former large animal veterinarian.
The cow went down in the pasture.
I took it as a sign.
Like lightning striking my saddle
horn or guppies in the wine.
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I confess to not owning a tractor. I have plenty of friends nearby with tractors. But, in a lapse of good judgment, I borrowed one to brush hog a patch of weeds. Experienced farmers, even 8-year-old farm kids, know you always drive a tractor thumbs up. I didn’t remember.
We all have great memories of “the best party.”
I had a party. It lasted 48 hours. I lost my socks, my dignity, two days of my life, six pingpong balls and four pounds.
I was just about to cull the cow
when the boss sees me swingin’ the gate.
“Hold it there, Doc, for a minute yet, ’cause I’ve not quite decided her fate.