Yesterday, I rested. Today I almost worked.
When you ride out you never know what will happen in a day. So far, this month, we lost a rope (thankfully an old worn out one), a straw cowboy hat (which we miraculously found today), a pup (that I have looked and called and whistled and fretted over that hasn’t come home), and today it was a pair of Kirk Bensmiller (handsome canadian chuckwagon driver) type prescription sunglasses in 6 feet of stinky black water.
This is shortly after my cowboy on Trouper (aka Grumpy) crossed that, what looks to be a little, ditch with a great big hole in it. Trouper when in right up to his eyeballs and lunged and jumped till my cowboy was riding his neck. Luckily the only casualty was the sunglasses and a nice flat top felt hat, that he was wearing to church, (but since he lost his only other hat, he had to wear it) that is specked with black stinky slim.
I was prepared to work but the neighbor boy was there having too much fun so I just took pictures. (Yes, this time he’s riding Wilbur. I’m on the sorrel grandkids horse, GW.)
He’s about to mark the calf with that orange spray paint so we’ll know this calf has been treated. The spray will last only a few days before it wears off but we’ll be back in the herd checking on his progress before that happens.