Back from Grazing School for Women in Milo, Alberta. It’s an annual event funded mainly by different environmental and government groups with other sponsors (Myers, Norris, and Penny) and held each year in a different place in the province.
I had such a good time (I even enjoyed the socializing like the ice breaker and the campfire; crowds aren’t my real forte) but I had someone good to go with. I always am braver when I have one of our girls with me (our other, other daughter). Actually one of my favorite things is getting to meet women who care about what I do.
We billeted overnight with a really nice, successful couple in their beautiful house (of all the times to forget my pj’s, but it all worked out) and some of the activities were in their lovely yard.
This time I came back with some very specific ideas and goals on using distribution tools ( eg. salt, supplements, oilers, troughs, etc. ) to better utilize the grass and protect riparian areas. It was my favorite class.
The stock dogs demo was excellent and I learned a lot. Got to watch a different kind of dog work. It’s part collie, part. . . (I can’t remember all the fellow told us), but it’s short haired and a little broader bodied than our dogs. My cowboy has been talking about wanting some kind of dogs like this that are part Australian Shepherd, Collie, Catahoula, and Kelpie.
My cowboy had an appointment in the city today and was gone when I got home I went out to check on things and found this worrisome new hole in the tin siding on the barn. I freaked out and walked out to the horses to see if anyone got cut up when they kicked the hole in the barn.
It was hot and probably 1/2 a mile out and another 1/2 back. I sweat. I prayed hard on the walk out that it wouldn’t be anything serious. My prayers were answered. I could see a mark on Wilbur’s back leg but it looked OK, no cut, no swelling. Flies are so bad, I think that’s what caused this. I hate tin siding.