Out Our Way: Cows don't know any better

Out our way, as big and powerful as most cows and bulls are, they need direction or they will perish. When the grazing is gone and the reservoir dried up, Charlie and I move them to fresh pasture and clear water they would unlikely find on their own. When calving season comes and the helpless young ones are barely able to stand, Charlie and I are the ones who keep the coyotes and cougars that roam the Bear Paws away. “Thy rod and thy staff” of Psalm 23 may be “thy rifle and thy rope” on Tiger Ridge, but the comfort remains the same.

As I have shared before, when it is time to push the herd fro...