
Would you consider yourself brave?
Since early childhood, my family has had a friend who owns a cattle ranch in Oklahoma. I have memories of pulling on an old pair of jeans, boots, and gloves in preparation for a day riding around in his Ford pickup. We would herd cattle and occasionally I’d find an opportunity to get out and climb two-story mounds of manure while he worked. (After you get over the smell, you’d be surprised how much fun a kid can have in a pile of poop.)
On one occasion, as I stood at the summit of Dung Mountain, I watched as our family friend seared steer after steer with a branding iron. This troubled me.
“Doesn’t that hurt the cows?” I asked him.
“It’s a little painful for a minute, but it protects them. It lets others know who they belong to.” [Read more...]






















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