...and another branding under our belts yesterday - quarter of an inch at daylight, half-inch now, fire in the woodstove, we're enjoying the morning inside.
We are so thankful for our neighbors who give-up a day to help us brand, or several days in the course of a season, or many months over the course of our years here. We try to pay them back when they brand their calves, trading labor like has been done in this community of ranches for generations.
I often wonder why the world can't work this way, take this template as its own because it works, and has worked over the long run. I wouldn't dream of telling my neighbor how to run his ranch, nor he consider telling us how to harvest our grass best. We might discuss it, but out of respect for one another, we're not compelled to manage more than we have. It's common sense, an endangered resource in domestic and global politics that begs the question: why?
But we're tickled today, a real Thanksqiving that includes our neighbors, friends and family. Thanks for all your help and let 'er rain!