Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Not A Creature Was Stirring
Well the cows were hustling but that's all. It's winter in south Texas so we were out early to feed the cattle in the brisk fresh air. John has nine baby calves on the ground. The latest is a solid white stocky thing. A replica of his mother. You would never know he has a solid black daddy. The one big bird who stays by the stock tank appeared to have it's wings wrapped around it's body standing perfectly still trying to keep warm. The turtles were not about to come up out of the mud no matter how much I called to them in my sweetest voice. Guess the renters in the farm house still had the covers over their head since all was quiet there. Neither seem to be working these days and are behind in the rent. At least they are slowly getting rid of some of the junk around there by digging big holes and burying the old bottles and cans. There use to be an old cistern and some former renters had thrown trash in it which no one knew until the cistern rusted and fell over exposing the ugly trash. We were able to drive around for the first time since the 3 1/2 inches of rain which filled the stock tank. At the back forty we could see what looked like a white cow in the middle of the field. Whoops that shouldn't be as the gates have been closed since hunting season started. We had to go check that out as the fence could be broken and a neighbor's cow came over. When we got closer we could see it was a large plastic bag hanging on a tall piece of grass. How decieving our eyes can be especially since we have aged and how far those bags can travel until they come to a stop. So all is well at the ranch at least for now.