The Last Roundup: The Longhorns Move On
Want to be a rancher? Not in those conditions. And so it ended: our Longhorn cattle were sold, trailered up and hauled off. They’ll be moving to bigger pastures, a bigger herd. But we’ll miss them.
They brought a lot of elegance to this old rocky land. They were a constant out there — morning, noon and night. Their burnt orange and white presence was a comfort. Their horns grew to enormous lengths. They dropped two calves on us. They balled all night and all the next day when we finally had to sell the calves.
The older ones never really let the younger catch a break. Constantly pushing — away from the water, away from the haybales, away away away. It’s the nature of things, the pecking order. But we’re a sympathetic beast by nature. We can think and analyze. They can’t. They only know what’s right is in the order of things. I’ll miss the Longhorns.