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My perch was comfortable and safe. A modern well-running ATV would speed me away from any hard charging Texas Longhorn. All of my experience with these creatures is very limited.
Rawhide, the TV black and white cowboy series of cowboys driving herds of beef to the railroad loading points was my first and roughly the limit of my exposures to these fascinating critters. They did not seem nearly as big on the TV screen as they did now that I was in the pasture hanging out with them. Now, they were huge and their horns were massive and seemed incredibly large and pointed in the innocuous direction of anything or anymore who needed a piercing.
Can you see it in his face? “Come on you guys! Let’s do a little jousting. At least let’s do a few head buttes just to exercise our bones and stiffen up our neck muscles. Anyone game?”
He is alert and raring to go, while the rest of the herd and his fellow calves yawn at all the noise of a monologue. I loved the life in his little frame. His DNA lay right behind him but what did not yet have in girth he clearly had in a rambunctious spirit.
Then, his sister pulls herself up from her lounging and walks away, “Mom, can’t you tell Johnny to pipe down? He is jabbering about this and that without ceasing. Then, he deserves a time out of butting whenever I am not looking. If he keeps it up I am going to shove him into the lake.”
“Now, Penelope, don’t get your tail all in a tizzy. He is your brother. Unless you want him caught of in the roundup and becomes someone’s veal dinner, love him while you have him. Be his best friend. You are family and that counts for a lot more than just a few inconveniences now and then,” her mother mothered.
“Good afternoon,” Elsie. “I hear your offspring are keeping the herd entertained for the day. You handle those feisty calves with wisdom straight from the Creator.”
“Well,” she replied between cud chews, “we all had our day of snorting too much fresh air and forgetting that we are all someones’ dinner. In the meantime get all cleaned up for the rodeo tonight. The boss has a contest for us all to enter.”
photo credit: brucefong cellphone photography