Riding with three generations of my family today.

My father.
My husband.
My son.

Perfect day for moving heifers on my favorite sorrel gelding. It’s a slow process. Takes time for these first-time mamas to gather up their calf and join the others trailing by them. Inevitably, a calf will fall behind and it takes the heifer a couple of minutes to notice her calf isn’t right beside her. She turns around looking for her calf and the calf is sniffing every heifer he comes across, checking to see if she is his mama.
Soon they find each other and once again join the trailing cattle–only to repeat this process every fifty yards!