This is all we saw at the ranch this morning (borrowed picture) other then the cows and turtles. Roadrunners are still plentiful. Reminds me that my uncle kept one as a pet in the 50's. He drove a butane or propane truck to deliver gas to his customers with his pet roadrunner in tow. I have a picture of him with the roadrunner on his shoulder and an article in my scrap book that was printed in a San Antonio paper. I didn't even have to call the turtles. When we drove onto the tank dam they started swimming toward us I just couldn't be selfish and eat first. Here I was balancing my taco in one hand and a margaine tub of cat food in the other. Sometime I would share a piece of taco or egg, but I didn't try thier cat food. We encountered a herd of mesquitoes while riding around. Thank goodness I carry Off in the truck for just such occasions. I watched John rob a wheel off an old piece of machinery to use on a trailer he hopes to fix up. I didn't think he would ever be able to seperate it from that old rusty hunk of junk that has been sitting in a cactus plant forever. He did though and it didn't take too long. I ask John if he didn't want to drive to the east property to see if we could see Betsy. He said well then we aren't going on a drive this afternoon. We didn't see her but she could have been resting in the tall grass and mesquite. We stopped to trim some overhanging branches in the little lane. As we passed the farm house I noticed they had added a new dog house for one of thier little dogs. They had taken one of those large plastic boxes you can get at Wal*Mart to store things in and turned it on it's side. They fluffed it up with bedding and wah-la, instant bed.