Ah yes, late spring in Montana marks the start women dressing in multiple layers (all the better to predict that protean spring weather), Dr. Noland sports his finest washable attire, and cattle everywhere just wish to be left alone. I cannot say that I blame them. They just got through the distinctly no-fun activity of calving in February, and now they could be dipped or preg checked or vaccinated at the whim of a rancher.

I do love the look on this cow’s face, the abject boredom and the “Really? I’m here in this chute and the only thing you can think to do is take a bloody photo? Get a move on!” look drives it home.

As for Dr. Noland, Grace firmly believes that he is a fashion trendsetter and that soon ALL of the cool kids will be dressing just like him. I, on the other hand, believe that this is the first time Dr. Noland has ever been referred to as “trendy” or “fashionable,” and I’m worried that his hat may have been sat upon by a jackal at some point (but it does keep us from that elusive full view of his face). I defer to Grace’s good judgement, however, and that of Dr. Noland. After all, at the end of the day, he’s the one that goes home clean while the rest of us just go home.

Chute!

Chute!