You probably can't see there is a baby calf nursing. Have no idea why the picture came out so small. I didn't intend it that way but this is one of the "no name" cows in John's herd. Hope they don't become a dysfunctional family because of it. It was a beautiful day in south Texas but the weathermen are sending out threats again. Even mentioning sleet so we got ourselves to the ranch to put out hay for the cattle. Six bales left and counting and two at his daughter's house. Come on spring. The weeds are green and they do like some of them. When we got in the hay yard the cows started following up the incline so I had to rush to the gate to head 'em out. Holding my jacket closed with one hand I was trying to do that windmill action with the other arm like John does but those cows don't pay me much mind. They stood and stared at me as if I was just a crazy lady. At least I kept them out. If they ever got into that hay yard it would be a rodeo to get them out but it wouldn't be the first time I saw John chase cows with a Ford Ranger. We've got our extra bale locked in the pens in case the weathermen hit on target. We'll be good for a few days. The tank dam was dry enough to drive on but the turtles weren't out. They don't seem to like it when the wind is blowing the water into little ripples. I think it is hard for them to swim against the ripples. I'm looking forward to springtime to be able to sit and feed them and my plans are to try to pet them with gloves on of course. Also I came up with another idea. I'm going to take some jugs of water to give them a shower so I can see their pretty shells.