Wednesday, June 14, 2017
I miss those days of sitting on the edge of the stock tank and talking to the turtles and of course feeding them bread and cat food. Someone once ask me what I call them. I called them boys and girls come and get it. They would swim from the far side of the stock tank and some would come out of the water and some to my feet. My next plan was to get them to let me pet them then I read they can carry disease. Not a good idea and especially with my low immune system from very low blood platelets I decided with disappointment I shouldn't touch them. We don't go to the ranch much anymore and the times we did I didn't see the turtles. John does still have some cows but he has given some to his kids and his son looks after the rest. John's lease will be up in a while and it won't be renewed as he has Macular Degeneration. He got his first cow when he was 16 and is now 82. At one time he leased four places and owned one and had over 100 cows but I guess everything has to come to an end.