Scientists studying the whales say that more and more they are realizing that animals have cultures, societies, families, and emotions, but I could have told them that.
The mother cow over there in the corner hasn't kicked her yearling off, though she has a new baby and now is nursing both.
Yesterday we stripped the cows off of the calves so we could brand with less hassle, and some of the cows watched through the slats of the pens with wet eyes and pain in their bawls as their bags got tight and the babies got hoarse with lonely.
Number 44, a big red bull, huffs and paws the dirt, challenging Number 14, a smaller black bull, to a battle at Horseshoe tank, and I am rooting for 44 since he has a great little harem of cows and always moves up the trail nicely.
That cow over there has a horn growing downwards, almost into her eye, and I am glad I am going to be gone when they rope her and saw the offending horn off shorter.
I watch as my group moves up through the brush, a whole heirachy and pecking order becoming apparent as the day progresses, and I give the little brahford heifer a break when she ducks off to the side because I know that the older cows haven't allowed her to be part of them yet.