You know it's the end of summer when the cows come down from the south and high pasture
and into our pasture behind us.
The calves have weening plates stuck in their noses. In a week they'll be separated from their mothers and there will be an awful mooing and bawling.
In another week the calves are willing to listen to reason.
"If you are going to make a break for it," I said, "now's the time."
"If you are going to make a break for it," I said, "now's the time."
