There is a western song that goes something like this, "Mamas
Don't let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys!" Well! I'm here
to tell you that there is nothing wrong with being a cowboy or a cowgirl
and "My Heroes Have always Been Cowboys!" It is probably
one of the noblest professions of the "Old West" that is
misunderstood by many and understood by few.
Actually, my heroes have also been Indians. I have an
Indian friend that keeps telling me I would make a great Indian. I
haven't found Indian blood in me yet, but who knows for sure? BUT...
That's another story!
One of my readers wrote this about that, "...I
can say that of all the jobs I've held in my nearly 51 years, the
most pleasurable one was working on the farm." CB & Marilyn.
"Today, I will let myself enjoy what is good. i
don't have to wreck my good day or good feeling; I don't have to let
others spoil it either." author unknown. In other words, "You
can't keep an old cowgirl and cowboy down."
Today (15 may 1999), 1:30 a.m., Saturday morning,
this old cowgirl pulled in to the small cow community of Fair Valley,
Oklahoma, to enjoy what is good in her life. As she pulled up - She
parked her vehicle near the corral - She was greeted by the sounds
of the inhabitants within, "Mooooooooo...Mooooo...Morning, Oakie!"
Oakie began to arrange her sleeping bag under the stars
for the rest of the night so she could get some rest before dawn came
bursting in at daybreak. After awhile the moong subsided and settled
down while they all settled into their little nests for the night.
Oakie in the back of her "Explorer" and the cows in the
corral. Oakie was determined to be the first one to show up for work
Saturday morning.
It seemed like dawn would never come. Or maybe it was
just the anticipation and excitement of the coming day activities
that was running through Oakie's sleepy head and was keeping her awake.
BUT not for long, because she dozed off in no time at all. She was
awaken suddenly by the sound of a pickup pulling into the corral area
and the cattle waking up to the arrival of the two cowboys and cowgirl
that had come to sort the cows from the calves for working that morning.
It must have been around 5:00 a.m.
By the time they got the calves separated from the momma
cows, the rest of the crew had driven in just as the first light of
day - carrying breakfast of homemade biscuits, sausage gravy, coffee
and juice. Absolutely delicious! Everyone chowed down for the morning
workout to follow.
After breakfast - The calves had settled down - All
the crew gathered around the working chute with their particular duties
lined out for them by the head Cowboy Bossman (Whitney). This
old cowgirl was assigned the job of labeling the ear tags that went
into each of the calves ear. Some of the cowgirls were assigned the
job of pushing the calves through the long, narrow passage to the
working chute where a couple of experienced cowgirls and cowboys stood
ready to vaccinate - ear tag the heifers and bulls - and castrate
the little, bull calves.
Oakie kept a close eye on the pusher's technique of
shoving and coaxing the calves from the main corral toward the cowboys
at the other end by the working chute. The cowgirl would grab the
calf's tail and would give it an upward twist and guide that calf
with her body and legs toward the two cowgirls and cowboys waiting
at the other end. Not once did Oakie see the calf step on the feet
of the cowgirls, but one little feisty calf did give a hearty kick
to the shins of a young cowgirl. After they iced her shin down she
was back at work pushing calves again. "You can't keep a good
cowgirl down!"
What a life! I remember when I was younger and we lived
out on the ranch house north of Waynoka. We would get up early in
the morning with sleepy eyes, head toward Fair Valley to round-up
the cows. The two older daughters were put on horses while the two
younger daughters were dropped off at sites. Great memories now when
I look back on them today!