By Terryn Drieling
Atop their list of priorities is riding their horses. If they had their way they’d ride rain, shine, sleet or snow from dawn ’til dusk. Every. Single. Day.
They are able to fall asleep anywhere – on bags of chicken feed, on the ground in the shade of a pickup after a long day of vaccinating, seriously – anywhere.
At the ripe old age of five, they have a firm grasp of reproduction. Because – breeding season.
Spotting “their” calves in a herd of nearly 700 head of pairs is no big deal.
They have a never-ending supply of new, unique names for each calf they claim. And they correct you when you call their calves by the wrong names.
It is imperative that you keep close tabs on them when you go to town because they will pee outside.
There is legitimate distress and concern expressed in the form of a full on flailing tantrum, when they do not get to rise and shine at the butt crack of dawn to go to work with whichever parent left without them.
They lick any salt block in sight. Every. Single. Time.
They eat sweet feed like candy.
Toads, turtles, frogs, snakes, grasshoppers, crickets, and lady-bugs are what they consider to be ideal house pets. And you have likely found one of the previously mentioned “ideal pets” crawling, slithering, hopping, or worse, dried-up in your house…
All joking and public urination aside, these kids also come equipped with bigger hearts and stronger work ethic than displayed by most adults, myself included. But if you’ve determined that you are in fact the parent of a bonafide ranch kid, then you already knew that.
