Mike's Meadow Muffins October 18th, 2010
Big Rosa swings her head and stares.
There's something down in the trees,
and horses are keen to a snap of a twig,
or a whisper of scent on the breeze.
Down in the timber, we hit a fresh trail,
and Lacy gets her nose to the ground.
In hardly minute we are back on the trail,
with a half dozen cows that they found.
I ran into a hunter last week who asked me, "How the heck can you find the cattle in the fall when they are
scattered through 200 square miles of wilderness?" I told him he should ask the horse or the dog ... because I was
really just along for the ride, they were the ones that actually done all the cow hunting.