Be­lieve that it is spring; it hap­pens like this oc­ca­sion­ally

Westside Eagle-Observer - - OPINION - By Bill Bill is the pen name used by the Gravette-area au­thor of this weekly col­umn. Opin­ions ex­pressed are those of the au­thor.

Cold weather is harder on the cat­tle­men than it is on the cat­tle. The herd is happy, con­stantly hunt­ing lit­tle blades of tender green and never stray­ing far from the old bales of hay they munch on to fill their bel­lies. The calves are not hurt­ing ei­ther. I have to stop and re­mem­ber that the cat­tle in the far north make it just fine, most grow big­ger than ours with the ex­act same ge­net­ics and how cold it is there dur­ing their calv­ing sea­sons. I am the one that needs the warm spring weather.

We didn’t hide eggs around here on Easter. The grands did church pro­grams and then we had a big fam­ily gath­er­ing, but the rainy weather was not for out­door ac­tiv­i­ties. There was plenty of candy avail­able and bub­ble gum bub­ble blow­ers were plen­ti­ful. I am al­ways thank­ful on Easter, mostly mind­ful of the true mean­ing and how im­por­tant it is that we un­der­stand why we cel­e­brate. This one goes down as a grand day for our herd.

Had to call the far­rier for a visit. I am go­ing to shoe Snip just on the front this time. I don’t use him enough to need all around but the Grands do ride theirs pretty hard, so they need all four done. It takes a good half day to get to all of them, and I en­joy the time. My old pappy al­ways shod our stock him­self, did a good job, but it is hard on a man’s back. I have not the tools or the de­sire to do the job. It is easy to quick a horse by one lit­tle clip too far.

I re­call the old race­track at the neigh­bor­ing town when I was a young sprout. The fellers with enough cash would match a race, hire far­ri­ers to come and put alu­minum shoes on their horses. The least bit of an ad­van­tage was de­sired, don’t know that it helped. Most of the races were run by ranch horses and very few folks had any spare cash to bet any­way. But you gotta re­mem­ber, the sim­ple words, “My horse can out­run yours,” has sparked many a duel!

This week is the re­turn for the sec­ond dose of de­wormer for the old cow herd. I sus­pect it will be a mess try­ing to pen the old hides with new ba­bies and grass start­ing. I wish I could de­ter­mine the good of the or­deal this year. I will try to be rea­son­able and search for pos­i­tive re­sults. I know it is hard on cat­tle to run them around.

It is my opin­ion, and ev­ery­one has one, I be­lieve that it is spring. I have lived through so many that I know it hap­pens like this oc­ca­sion­ally and then it will set­tle in. Be thank­ful for the rain, sow some seed and ex­pect it to grow. Watch the leaves sprout and listen to the birds sing. Frogs are loud and happy too. Put out tick gran­ules now; I have al­ready been the tar­get for some of the nasty lit­tle blood suck­ers. Look for­ward to to­mor­row, ac­com­plish what you can and take care of your fam­ily.

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