Holidays on the Ranch aren’t always “holidays”. I’ve summed up Sunday’s adventures in a poem:
Ranch Wife’s Holiday
I’m splattered with mud from my knees to my head.
My boots weigh a ton, like they’re filled full of lead.
The truck’s full of sludge both inside and out
And, this you say, is what ranching’s about??
“We need to sort and move cattle today”
Said my wise husband with a bit of dismay.
I know it’s been raining for 4 nights and a day
But the grass is ready and we’re about out of hay.
“Excuse me my dear, I don’t see this going well
There’s gonna be problems near as I can tell”
“We’ll be fine” he said as he struggled with the gate.
It was stuck in the ooze. …And so was his mate.
Sorting cattle in good weather can sometimes get tense,
But in a foot of mud, let the merriment commence!
“Go watch that hole! Now run over there!”
“I’m TRYING!”, I yell. “I can’t go anywhere!”
The boot stays in one spot, the foot keeps on going
A moment of irritation is suddenly now showing.
The trailer got rooted in mud as he backed her
Hubby mumbled under his breath as he went for the tractor.
A few choice words, some moments of grief
But we got the job done. What a relief.
Mommas and babies now all paired and content
Everyone’s calmed down, although a bit spent.
It’s no secret that ranching’s not always so fun.
But you do what you have to and get the job done.
And to my hubby, well, I’ve just one thing to say:
Next year can we do something different on Mother’s Day?