John lost a cow today and he is quite upset. She seemed in perfect health. So along with the cow hurt in the pens he thinks the big bull and the young bull are fighting over the ladies and knocking them to the ground or chasing them until they fall in a hole. We haven't seen them fighting but he knows what bulls are capable of. We traced the cowboy down to make an appointment for him to be hauled to market next week. The little homemade trailer is just too small for that big bull driving in highway traffic. Wait that doesn't sound right. Big bull doesn't know how to drive. Oh I bet you knew what I meant. Anyway the hurt cow in the pen isn't getting too much better so she will go to auction when her calf is weaned. Sounds cruel but that's ranch life. It's heating up out here, we went out in the afternoon so only the roadrunners were out. I left some cabbage for Hopper and sat on my branch over the water to feed the turtles. They were almost suspended vertical in the water begging. Hope that branch never gives way and dumps me in the water.