Spent a few days watching this replacement heifer that had a little eye irritation. We wanted to make darn sure it that it didn’t progress in to anything more than a little runny eye. Thankfully it didn’t!
Cut in to a watermelon this week and it was hollow. Completely. I have never had that happen before. It had three distinct sections, but completely hollow in the middle.
The Wild Child and Huck. I think they love each other. Good ole Huckleberry!
“You talkin to us?” A few of the bums watching me intently to see what my plan was, and already planning their escape route. Their mommas were old and/or crippled cull cows that went to the sale this month. There wasn’t a plan. I was just checking on them. They didn’t make a run for it, which is always nice.
Eagles Nest. The view in our winter pasture. The place where the Wild Child’s imaginary eagle friends, Earl and Pearl, live. We have TONS of Earl and Pearl stories. They are really quite delightful, mischievous, and helpful– depending on the day.
This beauty was a LONG way away from a hunter looking to score big. I honestly wasn’t laughing… shaking my head, but not laughing— really. Poor guy. There were some nice ones by him, too, so I’m sure he wasn’t too upset.
Huck will just grab the Wild Child’s finger and hold them in our mouth. They are both so goofy.
One of the waterhole blinds. It is actually quite pretty here, but still don’t know how many hours I could sit in one.
This is how we wash the dirt off of tomatoes at our house. Isn’t this how everyone does it? She is going to be a wet little girl when they all start turning!
