It’s late in the day, and we’ve barely stopped. I’ve shoveled snow, hay, horse shit, and now we’re heading down to some of the further paddocks to feed out the cattle. Colt drives us down there in his truck, with the powdery snow apparently not too thick to prevent taking his giant vehicle. The wide black heads and matching noses of the cattle all turn to greet us as we draw close to the gate, and I can see their hot breath on the crisp afternoon air, along with the steam rising off their backs.
