The Double M is Mimi's brand.
Mimi lives north of Kaw Lake and in addition to her own property, she leases large (at least by city standards) pieces of property to run her cattle. I understand that in that part of the country, you need about 8 acres to support one cow.
She's got a couple of bulls. Look at that single tree off in the distance:
Right now, calving season has started. Mimi puts the bulls out with the cows in April, which means that babies start arriving in January. Last year, with the hard winter we had, she lost quite a few babies that were born in a blizzard. This year, the temperature has been wonderful which makes it easier on the mamas, babies, and bovine midwives.
On Thursday, we went out in the afternoon to check for new babies and to doctor three cows that were ailing. Mimi's dog, Jack, hopped on back and came along with us:
After doctoring the cows, we went to look for baby cows. Mamas will sometimes hide their babies out on the range and finding them is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Mimi spotted one pretty quickly and once she pointed it out to me, I could see it. I suspect practice helps in that sort of thing. To be honest, from a distance, it looked like a cow patty.
While she was piercing his ear, I was keeping an eye on his mama who was coming over at a trot to see what the Sam Hill was going on. Mimi didn't seem concerned (she is, after all, fearless), but I was prepared to scream a warning, if needed. I also knew where they keep the tazer.
My back east friends may not know what an armadillo is. It is a varmint about the size of a loaf of bread:
The tail (he'd gone into a burrow but left his back end out - idiot):
I would not look at the next few photos if you are squeamish (this is a warning to one of my daughters). Jack caught a couple of the armadillos and killed them.
Actually, the armadillo in the previous few pictures, after being mauled, managed to get away from Jack and race back down a burrow! Jack went after it, to no avail:
About that time, I saw Mimi looking down the armadillo hole and she had some pliers in her hand. She was considering grabbing the armadillo's tail to drag it out.
Mimi had the pliers because, she said, she didn't feel like it was a good idea to stick your hand into an armadillo burrow and grab its tail (with your hand).
Okay, so I will be honest with you. Even with pliers, I didn't think it would be a good idea to stick your hand inside an armadillo hole and grab an armadillo tail. But I will be BRUTALLY honest and admit I didn't tell her that because I thought it would be abundantly cool to see her drag an armadillo out of its hole. Yes, I admit it. I am an Okie.
But at any rate, the armadillo got away while her frontal lobes kicked in and kept her from doing something that, while really cool, was also probably really dumb. I say that but in my heart of hearts, I am not sure an armadillo would have done much and it sure would have been cool to see, regardless.
My blood was up!
After seeing the armadillos, we drove over to see a horse herd that runs wild. Aren't they beautiful? They just came racing over a hill right towards us:
I thought I counted 22.
Yeah, yeah, that last was pretty lame. But true.