Lessons from the Country, Part 3 – Big Sky Farmhouse

Lessons from the Country, Part 3 – Big Sky Farmhouse

Happy Memorial Day, 2017!   Yesterday was jam packed with cows mooing, poo flying, gates swinging, and saying, “haaaa…move it, haaa move it!” all day long to about 40 calves and 40 momma cows who needed to be moved to other pasture destinations to be placed with different bulls for breeding purposes.  The girls are going to love the long green grass, but the process of getting to those destinations….not so much.

It was 84 degrees and I think the heat is something you get used to NOT being used to fairly quickly when you aren’t in it everyday.  It felt like it was sweltering here!  How in the world did I work in a wool police uniform wearing about 25 pounds of gear and a bullet proof vest all day in 117 degrees down South in the desert?!  A lizard no more….happens fast.

Moving cattle is a family affair here, filled with laughing, a little cussing, a big lunch, lots of yelling to hear each other over cow mooos, sweat, dirt, and personalities shining through.  I laugh to myself because you really learn about someone and their personality while working cattle.

Similar to police work, under stress and a controlled chaos, it is a team effort.  I will post some photos soon.  Next time though, we are introducing a little critical incident search warrant type brief and debrief session with job duties and expectations.  I think it will help provide more organization to this critical cattle event we call “Cattle Moving Day.”

Before we moved our herd, I had a moment to film this short lighthearted video about the differences in some of the vocabulary I have learned since moving to the country.  It is quite the opposite of the very regimented and disciplined culture of the ol’ Police Department down South.  I am sure, in whatever field one works a career, there is an immersion into cultures that only those people get.  How could there not be?  When you work 10-12 hours a day in a culture, it becomes second nature.  For me, it was radio 400 codes, crime definitions, police terminology and phonetic alphabets such as Adam, Baker, Charlie, David, Easy, Frank, George…etc.   Now, it’s rubber boots, electric fencing wire, boots and jeans, Galloway Grass fed Beef Cattle, and country terminology.  I am fortunate to have two entirely different experiences on this earth thus far.  I hope you enjoy this short clip!

 

Kasey Matthews Johnson

Kasey Matthews Johnson

Hello there. I'm Kasey. Wife, Air Force mom, new mom-what? (Yes, I love being a mom so much, I started over!), new to beautiful country living, raising Galloway Grass Fed Beef Cattle, complete homebody and retired Police Lieutenant from Sin City, Las Vegas. Welcome to my blog!
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