No I didn't chop off the top of the mail box. The picture was evidently curled up and the top and the printer didn't catch it all. I could do it over but I don't wanna. I wasn't taking a picture of the mailbox anyway I was taking a picture of the flowers. They were saved from the county mowers because they were in line with the mailbox. This is a desolote little one lane road we travel from the highway to a dirt road when we go to John's daughter's house. Hardly ever meet a car and I don't know why there is a mailbox there since there are no houses on this road. Anyway we changed our mode of operation this morning by ordering bean and cheese tacos instead of potato and egg. Instead of eating on the tank dam we drove down to the field for our tailgate breakfast thinking we may see some wild life crossing the field. No luck, not a creature was stirring. We had to look for the cows and was surprised to see Butter had her calf by her side. Don't know when it was born but it looks healthy. We came upon the new cows Emily and Meany. They are feeling so at home they hardly stopped grazing long enough to raise their heads to look at us. The weather men have promised us some rain this week-end so we are looking for it. The green grass needs it.