Forgotten Tunes

Being a Ranchmama I wear many hats . Through the years I switch them out for different types of hats. I hang them on the wall collecting as I go taking this one off and putting another one on. 

    Some hats fit better than others but the job still has to get done . 

    About every other day sometimes each day we feed cows. 

    Each time the feed is loaded up in the back of Old Blue. Sometimes Heidi Ho rides in the back sometimes up front an in the middle. Either way it can be both entertaining and a pain in the butt. That is another story another day.

  We usually have 2 stops to make after leaving the house. 

   We drive down the road in Old Blue all 3 of us ( me , hubby & Heidi Ho) looking at and for cows even before we get into the gate. 

      Many times we honk the horn getting them to move closer to the place we normally feed. Once we make it in we are always in a hurry trying to get things done. He honks an I usually holler out the window . Anyone that has a group of animals usually has a call to get them to come to dinner/ breakfast , whatever. This call I guess I Inherited not from my side of the family but from hubbies side. I am sure he learned it from his dad. That's the way it works when the family works together. He still has a aunt alive on his daddy's side I need to ask if it is the same call Grandma had. 

   The call goes something like this ... Soooo....UuuuuKkkk!! Soooo....UuuuuKkkk!! Souuua Souuua

Here cows! Come'on or a version of. 

      I don't know what happened but the other day right in the middle of calling I remembered  my daddy's call. Daddy was a horse person. He would get off work everyday stop along the highway in the summer with a sickle / idiot stick an cut a whole truckload of grass half way up the sideboards then head on out about 20 miles up the road to feed.

     I wish I could describe his horse call. Daddy was a whistler. He was always whistling. One that always stuck in my head was Down In the Valley.... Valley so low.... Late in the evening.... Hear the wind blow..... His horse whistle kind of elevated up high then dropped sharply. This would be repeated once then the other 2 times much quicker. The sound of that whistle and galloping horses has been hidden away for many years. It brings a smile and even tears to have it resurface again. I need to practice that whistle and pass it on to my side of the family just because it needs to be remembered.

Love

Ranchmama