The Possum Cop Chronicles

Some days, just feathers

When I was very young, my Mamaw used to keep me while my mom was at work.

I spent a lot of time riding in the back of her pickup with her two cow dogs, Ring and Bert, going here there to feed and check cows. I loved hearing my grandmother’s cattle call. It started with a drawn-out, high and lonesome “whoooooooo,” followed by an emphatic, “come on, babes!”