Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday (typically) for over half a year (typically), we are doing this in the early mornings...
We fill the feeder (on the back of the pick-up) with feed - this particular feed is called cake - and we start our day's mission to find all of the cattle in each pasture, feed them, and make sure all are well.
Before we dump any food, we count the herd to make sure none are missing. If some are, we drop enough cake for the ones accounted for (in order that they don't follow us to find the missing ones).
Sometimes if one is missing, she's sick. Other times, she might just be a bit slow...
Once all are accounted for, they eat. We feed in a long line or a circle that we've cleared (so the cake won't get buried in the snow).
Peter hasn't named his yet, but he has a black baldy (black with a mainly white face).
So we make our rounds with this guy leading us. I'm in the passenger seat which means I typically get to open the gates.
Peter: Don't talk! You're hurting my ears.
John Paul yells.
Peter repeats himself.
John Paul pinches him.
John Paul: You hurting my ears! You have bad manners!
You get the picture.
Pasture number two...
All are accounted for, and the cake is dropped.
On days like this, after they are fed, the water tanks' ice has to be chopped in order for the cattle to get a drink. So, out comes the ax.
This week, because of the weather, and because of the calving, we did a quick check on Saturday, and look what we found...
And so is she.
Jeremy drops us off at the house and continues his work as we prepare lunch for when we see him next. In just a few short hours!