Recycling.
- Abbie
- Mar 15, 2017
- 3 min read
Hello everyone,
Can I just say I am so happy we finally have some sunshine and warm weather? After that freezing winter we had the sun is very much welcome!
Warm weather brings out the cabin fever in me to a whole new level. I work in an office, and even though I really like my job, I constantly find myself thinking throughout the day how I would much rather be Taylor and get to spend my days outside on horseback.
Basically every day I will get a picture similar to these two below telling me that his "day is going good, Slic rode well today" or "got to saddle Ernie up". Even though I love getting these, it makes me jealous! My Saturdays are going to start opening up after this weekend and I couldn't be happier. That just means there is one more day that I get to spend with him on the ranch.
For the grand finale of the week, I GOT TO BOTTLE FEED A CALF! I was just excited I was finally able to try it. But Taylor was right, it's a little difficult... This calf's mom wouldn't let it suck, so that's why it needed to be bottle fed. In turn, the calf was scared and hungry. Right before we were heading out to feed, a couple of the mothers were at the gate sniffing the calf. We let them do that for a couple minutes in hopes that the mom would come forward. Then they could try and help by putting the mom and the calf in a corral together. But as luck would have it, none of them acted like it was theirs. And that's where I came in! Taylor got the bottle all put together for me and then told me what I needed to do. "Alright, come over here and step over him. Now squeeze your legs a little bit around his neck. Pull up his chin with your left hand and put the bottle in his mouth with your right." Easy enough. This poor calf was just scared and didn't want me anywhere near him. But when I was finally able to get the bottle in his mouth, he knew what was going on and relaxed and let me feed him. Once the bottle was finished we started to walk away and he came behind Taylor and put his head back between his legs like he wanted more! It was pretty cute.
Now on to the meaning of this week's title. "Recycling".
The next picture is of a hide that had just been skinned off of a dead cow, so if stuff like that bothers you, don't scroll any further.
Josh, my brother-in-law, brought this hide home from work because they can use it once its dried out for a different number of things. But specifically braiding.
Josh is going to be teaching his co-worker, Chris, how to braid a 'bosal'. I had no clue what that meant for the longest time, but this is what a bosal looks like. (Josh braided this himself.) Sometimes people will use a bosal instead of a bit on their horses. It just goes around their nose and hooks to the reins.
So eventually that big piece of hide will dry out, the hair will be removed and it now becomes workable rawhide.
Cool, right? Something that would've just gone to waste out in a field will now be re-purposed into something useful for the Buckaroos.
Thanks for reading. I appreciate the continued support and love.
With Love,
Abbie
The Buckaroo's Wife