We were back at the farm before sunrise. Moving show animals was stressful on them when they were used to being coddled for months. They tended to lose weight in the transfer. None of the kids’ animals were close to their minimums but it was always better to be safe than sorry and move them in the relative coolness of the early morning.
My dad backed the stock trailer up to the barn while Beth and Cole stood at the ready with lead ropes. Lance waited just behind the kids. He was off from his new driving job on weekends and had volunteered to lend a hand.
Dad jumped out of his pickup and nodded to Cole, “Bring Big Boy first. He’s the heaviest.” Cole went into the barn and, as Dana, mom, Kris and I watched from several yards away, he led his steer out of the barn and up to the trailer. Big
