Well, sunny and back in the 50's. Sure is different; last night, just about sun down, it felt like the bottom 'd come out and we'd hit zero. This mornin' it was mild and nary a lick a ice on the tanks. I can't complain, darn sure, but when I first come up here, we'd be down around zero, most nights, come november. Who knows? The poles 're shiftin'!
Anyway, darn pleasant. Hayman come this mornin', just a quarter load; two a my neighbors took the rest. He sure goes outta his way take care of us down here and that's rare, anymore. Made three stops, 'cause no one of us got all the dough for a full load any one time, these days.
So, were full as can be, pretty much and cross our fingers, it keeps so mild, stretch that hay 'till summer. See what happens.
Otherwise, let the bunch out the bottom gate, no hunters these days. Let 'em get some fresh grass, down the bottom. The wheat's still growin'. They sure seemed ta like that; hit it like a pack a lawn mowers. Give 'em a whistle, sundown, they liked that, too. Here they come buckin' and a runnin', knowin' I'd thrown a flake.
Kept the boys in, let their run dry out from the rain, but I did give each a few go round, the round pen; clean their feet and give a scratch and a brush. Simple day, I guess. Tomorrow "the scrub brush"; see if I can't clean up for the "thanks day", put on some fresh clothes.
Have a nice night.
Best,
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