It feels good to say I stopped traffic today.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t with my good looks and charm.
Instead, the cowboys moved a set of cows and calves from the north side of the highway to the south side. I got to stop the oncoming traffic while the cows and calves moved across the four-lane highway. The calves will be weaned this week.
I remember how hard it was to wean my baby girl from my never-ending milk supply. It was three nights of crying for her momma. It ripped my heart out to hear her calling for me while daddo did his best to reassure her and let her know we still love her even though the milk truck was officially out of commission.
The cows will be separated from their babies tomorrow; the babies will go back to the last place they sucked to wait for their momma to come back. They’ll bawl but momma will not return. That’s life on the ranch.
When the cows go back to summer pastures I’ll be waiting by the highway to stop traffic once again, looks and charm be damned.