Thursday, March 1, 2012
Waiting For A Cow Track
John's glasses were lens down in the lane right where he dropped them after dragging a small limb out from under the truck. When we got home from the ranch he couldn't find his glasses. I thought they would be by The Looker where he bent over inspecting her to make sure she hadn't been shot by a careless hunter. I had faith we would find them because as I have said here before I seem to have a talent for finding lost things. Maybe It is just luck but If I know exactly what I'm looking for and where it was last used I can usually find it. First we stopped near where we had stopped when we heard something dragging beneath the truck. Not too close as we didn't want to run over them. We got out of the truck each walking in one rut and I went directy to them. By tomorrow a cow would probably have stepped on them and crushed them to smitherings.