Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys..

Chase and Blake have been helping my dad work cattle for the last few weeks and I decided to snap a few pictures of the ragged group when they showed back up this afternoon.

There's my pops himself. What a good-lookin work truck he's got there.




And here are the other 2 cattle rustlers. The Mr. Richardson and Blake!





Call PETA!!!! How sad does this look. When you de-horn calves, it literally shoots blood out like a fountain from the sides of their head. This has always made me a little queezy, but since I've been watching since I was in diapers, I've come to terms with it. It's life. But it still doesn't stop me from cringing at the sight of all that blood. I'll just say a little prayer and may peace be with me (and those sweet baby calves)!


PS. You're crazy if you think I would ever do this to "Baby Cow". He's exempt from all such things!!! BRING ON THOSE HORNS!