Cowgirl Markie sees that all the bad cows are safely back in the pasture, contentedly munching hay.
Gracie helps secure the gates and make sure the rovers do not get out again!
Granddaddy and the wranglers on his cowpony, the Polaris Ranger. Spencer (the golden retriever) wouldn't miss the excitement for anything!
Heading back after a job well done, followed by Grandmother, bringing up the rear in her cowpony, the faithful Dodge Durango!We are getting ready to board the Amtrak for Ft. Lauderdale in just a couple of hours, looking forward to spending a day or two with Jason and his family. So trip preparations are in full swing. BUT . . .
There is always a hitch! The pastures are so lacking since we have had little rain this year. So this morning, Danny put up a temporary electric fence across part of the yard, where the grass is thick and juicy. He let all the cows into the yard and went upstairs to do some work. Then the electrician, working on the addition, says, "hey, Mrs. Frodge, cows are running around the end of the house!"
Off we go. I run get the Cowgirls (Discher sisters -- Pete is on the property working with his daddy, so he is here already), and off we go in the 4-wheeler and Durango, our cow ponies. The children know just what to do, herding and cutting them off, and it doesn't take too long to get them back in. Some fruit pickers in the next grove over tell us where the littlest calves are (proving to Pete, who was with me, that Grandmother is right when she says our Spanish classes will come in handy in Florida!)
All is well, and trip prep continues, althought somewhat speeded up! I couldn't help thinking about our relationship with our Heavenly Father as I was maneuvering around this morning. All those people placing strategic road blocks, some even unknown to the cows; rows of trees blocking the way; vehicles set at the end of rows; anticipating their every move. How the Lord must chuckle at us sometimes in our attempts to thwart His sovereignty and providential hand! Thank you, Lord, that You don't let your little self-willed calves have their own way! And thank You for another "clearly seen" lesson! Now off to squeeze little Savannah!
There is always a hitch! The pastures are so lacking since we have had little rain this year. So this morning, Danny put up a temporary electric fence across part of the yard, where the grass is thick and juicy. He let all the cows into the yard and went upstairs to do some work. Then the electrician, working on the addition, says, "hey, Mrs. Frodge, cows are running around the end of the house!"
Off we go. I run get the Cowgirls (Discher sisters -- Pete is on the property working with his daddy, so he is here already), and off we go in the 4-wheeler and Durango, our cow ponies. The children know just what to do, herding and cutting them off, and it doesn't take too long to get them back in. Some fruit pickers in the next grove over tell us where the littlest calves are (proving to Pete, who was with me, that Grandmother is right when she says our Spanish classes will come in handy in Florida!)
All is well, and trip prep continues, althought somewhat speeded up! I couldn't help thinking about our relationship with our Heavenly Father as I was maneuvering around this morning. All those people placing strategic road blocks, some even unknown to the cows; rows of trees blocking the way; vehicles set at the end of rows; anticipating their every move. How the Lord must chuckle at us sometimes in our attempts to thwart His sovereignty and providential hand! Thank you, Lord, that You don't let your little self-willed calves have their own way! And thank You for another "clearly seen" lesson! Now off to squeeze little Savannah!
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