We call ’em ranch hands, those handy folks who rope, ride, feed cattle, and know a heck of a lot more than I ever will about this ranch life. My husband and I are raising two little ones, and it is the best thing ever. I can look back with yearning, nostalgia, and happiness on things in the past, but nothing is as great as this current adventure.
Yesterday we branded calves. It was a beautiful day in north central South Dakota. Sunshine. Little wind. Lots of laughs. Lots of good help, including our 2 little ranch hands.
Our little boys worked alongside the big guys, which is how they learn. Our 6-year old already knows more about cattle feeding and cattle breeding than I’ll probably ever know.
It was a joy to be outside rather than at a desk surrounded by textbooks. Hopefully we have many more adventures like this in the weeks to come. I give thanks for these little hands in my life. They’re dirty and make messes, but these little hands are learning, playing, and growing, and it is amazing!
Peace and Blessings to you!
The Displaced City Girl