Some days, just feathersWhen 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!”Eddie Arnold would’ve been proud (If you don’t know, Google the song, “Cattle Call”).Anyhow, Mamaw’s vocalizations didn’t stop at the cow lot; she’d sing some around the house, too. The song ...