We headed to Poth to buy the feed at eight this morning. My eyes weren't ready to open but when that front end loader driver dropped those huge tubs into the little Ford Ranger I woke up. I think he must have had a bad night and didn't really want to be at work. It was kind of different going there on Saturday. The Polish farmers and ranchers weren't standing around the parking lot chewing the fat waiting for their feed to be loaded. They must have other fish to fry on Saturday. In a little over an hour we were at the ranch and I drove and stopped when he hollered to unload a tub. Shelly Marie was using her big horns to control one tub then she stopped to listen to what I had to say. It was pretty out but the wind blew some all day so I didn't see any turtles when we drove over the dam. I sure was glad because I forgot to take some food for them. The renters out there are so strange. They are never out in the fresh air. I think they sleep very late. I don't know why they want to live out in the country if they don't get out and enjoy it. We went around to all the old machinery looking for a gear to use on something John needs to use on a planter in March. Then we took the gear he found to his daughter's house. On the way home on the country road his new phone rang. He was fumbling trying to get it out of the case. It was his sister and that is a good hour's conversation so I told him to pull over. It was nice we were even with one of the tiny ranches where there was a llama and a pony so I went over to the fence and visited with them. They came right to me but I think they wanted food not to visit. This whole road was a ranch where someone cut it into small pieces and sold them to people from the city. They call them their ranch and most have a few animals and they can come out and pretend. It gets old and expensive so up for sale they go again.