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.
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!
Until next time— JARW
A little poem that totally could have been written about me.
Forgetter Be Forgotten
My forgetter’s getting better,
But my rememberer is broke
To you that my seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke
For when I’m ‘here’ I’m wondering
If I really should be ‘there’
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven’t got a prayer!
Oft times I walk into a room,
Say ‘what am I here for?’
I wrack my brain, but all in vain!
A zero is my score.
At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!
When shopping I may see someone,
Say ‘Hi’ and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, ‘who the hell was that?’
Yes, my forgetter’s getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And it’s driving me plumb crazy
And that isn’t any joke.
Taken from the Thursday, July 25,2013 edition of the Nation’s Center News
Author not named
My “OH Sh**!” move of the week… I may have taken my corner a little wide trying to catch all the windrow. This is right along the highway hence the woven wire and not just a five-wire barbed-wire fence. Glad I saw it immediately and got stopped before I ripped out a whole chunk of fence. Guess I know what I will be doing this week.
My heart was broken when we got home at 3 a.m. this morning. We found our old dog Better standing outside the shop like he didn’t know where he was, couldn’t really walk, and looking at us like “What the heck is going on and what is wrong with me.” We hauled some blankets out to him right in the middle of the driveway. I’m afraid today is the day that we will have to say ‘Good-Bye’ to our old friend. I’m crying while typing this as I know my tomorrow post will probably be telling you that he is gone. My heart is so sad…