Ya, no pictures of the last half hour of today.
I finally looked up and saw it hanging over head just as my cowboy roped a calf to treat in the last little bunch of cows we saw before the quiet happy ride(usually) back to the trailer. I prayed it would hold off till the little guy got his medicine and it did but then . . . Holey Wow! What can on be described as a torrential shower pummeled us the whole 2 or 3 miles back to the trailer.
We had to use 4-wheel drive to get out after we pealed what wet clothes we dared off and climbed in the shelter of the truck.
Still it wasn’t a cold rain and my cowboy and I speculated about how rain must feel in places like Florida ( he loves the tv show Swamp People).
Speaking of swamps, that’s a good way to describe the first field we rode in today. It’s known as the calving pasture although no calving goes on there now.
That rock thing is a duck factory marker. I wonder if the masterminds at ducks unlimited were aware that duck factories and alkali bogs go together. It’s a scarey field to ride in. A horse could punch through and be belly deep in muck in literally hundreds of places in that pasture.
I took a picture of my new bridle. Often I think it’s a bit much, especially on Pic. Can you see how grey his face is getting? I think he’s older than I think. He’s gotten a lot calmer and cuddlier this year, not like his usual figgity self. I’ll sure miss him when he goes on to herd cloud cows.
I told him to tell God, when he gets there, that he was a cow horse here and that alone would earn him a special place in Heaven. Now if I can just live good enough to get there myself so we can continue our friendship.
I wonder if it rains there?