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The horses are out. It’s a simple phrase. A statement of fact. A declaration of circumstance.

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.

Jeremiah is not a cowboy, nor does he aspire to be one. He spent enough time working on his neighbor’s little dairy as a kid to know he’d met what he figured to be his lifetime’s quota of cow duty. That’s not to say he isn’t happy and more than willing to help when he can; he just doesn’t pretend to be something he’s not.

I bet most of us have seen the “30 Days of Thankfulness” that rolls around this time of year. It frequents social media and encourages people to share one thing each day in November for which they are thankful.

When moving into your third house in an 18-year span, each one within the same square-mile area, wisdom says the last move will be more efficient than the previous.

As a veterinarian, I get the pleasure of working with cattlemen from North Dakota down to Nebraska. They come in all types, from the quiet, introspective guy to the story-telling cowboy you can’t hardly get a word in edgewise.