Lessons Learned
Dust rolled thick through the air, afternoon light flicked through it. The small mob of freshly weaned calves all stood, backs to the gate, staring my dogs and me down. They watched our every move, but no matter the pressure we applied to the mob, we could not get them through the gate. The stock where calm but, I knew, if we made one wrong move it would be game over, we would be back to square one. I was very much regretting my decision to bring the weaners this way, my frustration at the situation quickly rising to anger. I was watching that sunset lower and lower and the weaners still would not go through the gate. The lead of the mob would walk past the gate every time. The small team of Kelpies I had with me, some young, some older, were all but spent. They had been working their hearts out all day, educating the cattle. But still, they worked to the best of their ability, without complaint, as Working Kelpies do. Their calmness and sureness soon brought me back to earth to think ...