Vaccinating cows

Winter cows in front of sheepwagon
Home Ranch
photo by Pat O'Toole
This weekend, we vaccinated cows. Our son, Eamon, came home from the University of Wyoming with his girlfriend, Megan Ann. She is known as such to distinguish her from our daughter, Meghan Lynne. It is an improvement over her old nickname, Megan-without-an-H. With their good help, we had enough of a crew to process the cows.
The cows were understandably a little reluctant to enter the chute, considering that their last experience there involved a veterinarian, a long rubber glove, and an invasive procedure. If women had to undergo the same sort of pregnancy testing, there would be no prenatal care. Or as Linda Hussa pointed out in her very humorous monologue in Elko, “That vet—he’s no Baxter Black!”
We had a nice day—enough snow to wade through, but pleasant weather. It was warm enough to make sure we were each thoroughly splattered in mud by day’s end. In spite of recent really cold weather, the cows look good and we are gratified by the prospect of a good calf crop (knock wood!).

Eamon on Pal, a young horse that he broke
Home Ranch
photo by Pat O'Toole

Pat, Meghan & Seamus
Home Ranch
photo by Sharon O'Toole

Megan at the chute
Home Ranch
photo by Sharon O'Toole

Eamon, Pat, Sharon & Bruiser
Home Ranch
photo by Sharon O'Toole

Brian and Siobhan in the corral
Home Ranch
photo by Sharon O'Toole
