Wednesday, February 11, 2009
We used to look for excuses not to go to the ranch. Too hot, too cold, don't feel good. Now we look for excuses to go since we are semi retired. Yesterday we went to count the bales of hay. John decided he has enough left to last until the first of May. He said if it doesn't come some good rains by then a person should quit. Ha Today we went to see how much it rained. Just because we got some rain doesn't mean it rained at the ranch. It didn't, not one drop. While we were eating out taco and coffee on the tank dam John looked in the side mirror and said that isn't my cow. A longhorn with really long horns comes walking past the truck as if she owned the place. John doesn't have any longhorns anymore. I have the skull of one in my flower bed though. The longhorn walked to the other side of the stock tank threw her head back and gave out the loudest moo you can imagine pointing her head toward the ranch next door. Guess she was saying come get me I'm through visiting. John let the owner know one of his cows has trespassed. When they work cattle next week the cowboy will give her a ride home.