Thursday, April 11, 2013
Little Church In The Country
We had a nice rain last night so we couldn't wait to go out to the ranch to see if it rained out there and it did. John put out feed in the trap near the cow pens, but not nary a cow was in sight. They didn't fall off the turnip truck yesterday, they know they can drink from the mud puddles in the dry creek bed and not have to walk to the stock tank. They will waddle up toward the house and find the feed when they want something other then grass. I didn't think I would be able to feed the turtles without getting my shoes muddy but I picked my steps and made it to the end of the dam where I like to feed. Seven of my sweet darlings came to eat bread, swimming as fast as they could. Late this afternoon we felt wandering in our blood. We're running out of roads so we did a repeat drive and realized we could go straight ahead instead of turning like we always do and there we had a different road. It was gravel but had been graded so it wasn't rough like some in our county. From a distance we spotted what looked like a small house, but with a steeple on top. We couldn't figure if it was a church or someone had put a steeple on their little house. Odd place for a church way out in the country with nothing around. When we got even with the long drive-way there was a makeshift sign that read something like Devotional Church. We didn't see anything unusual but lots of cattle grazing plus two longhorns with exceptionally long horns. They were in a field by themselves so they are probably someone's pets.