“Your cows are out!” are chilling words
for any stock grower.
Last night on Weld County Road just West of
49 Parkway, we came across some cows in the road.
About ¼ mile further on, we spotted a driveway
occupied by people unloading horses. When we told them of the cows in the road,
one said they were their neighbors and proceeded to give us directions to the
neighbor. I had a van full of people and a deadline to meet.
“Do
you know your neighbor’s number”, I asked? Receiving an affirmative, I asked
him to call them.
Asshole! A real rancher would re-saddle
his horse, bring the cows to his corral, and then call his neighbor. My father
would have done it and would have kicked my ass if I hadn’t. And yes, my father
and our neighbor didn’t like each other.
Just another old virtue slipping away.
