@sunumbral @ai6yr @Tamami A friend has a fifth generation ranch in Drewsey, Oregon, on the far far northern edge of the Great Basin. I've helped him move and brand cattle and he's taught me a lot about a fascinating culture that found a good system for sustainably growing food and basically hasn't changed since because it hasn't needed to. (During the branding shown below, I asked his 80+ y.o. dad what had changed from when he was a kid growing up across the road from his current ranch. He scanned slowly across the rail-fence corral, the irons heating on coals, his neighbors on horseback gathered to rope and drag and castrate and brand the calves, the calves bawling not from pain but because they've been temporarily separated from their mamas, the mamas snorting and milling and occasionally charging the humans to get their calves back (which they do anyway after about one minute) – he looked carefully at all that, pointed at some long cattle-haulers parked nearby, and said gravely, "we didn't have them kind trucks back in those days.")