A Real Cowboy

When I was a teenager, I used to put pictures of cowboys up in my locker. When I moved to Atlanta, I danced at Miss Kitty's with guys who looked like cowboys. I always thought I wanted a cowboy! I met a guy from Colorado who lived in Alaska. I married him and learned an important lesson...'cowboy' is not a look, it's an attitude! He's strong, he's stubborn, he's steadfast...yeah, that's right, I got my cowboy!


I know this looks barbaric but it's really not so bad. We (and by "we" I mean everyone but me...it's really hard to hold the camera and the calf at the same time!) were branding, castrating and inoculating the calves on the ranch in Colorado. It's like a choreographed dance and all involved have to work together without getting in each other's way. (That's my stud lifting the calf up in the air...no, he did not injure it!)