Catle Call from mi cousino...

They should name every first Sunday of a new semester in Single wards “Cattle Call Sunday”. You’ve got your buyers sitting on the bleachers taking notes as the herd of cattle walk through the gates mooing at nothing in particular. Occasionally you’ll have a cow already being led by an owner to show the buyers that that particular cow ain’t for sale. And the cow crap. It’s everywhere. Smothered on the cows’ faces, clipped to their ears, dangling from their necks, growing from their heads. And don’t even get me started on those crisping pins and girdles. It was almost an utter waste of time (just had to get that in somehow).