The Cows Have It

Good Evenin'

And, a pretty fair day. A little cooler, with a low pressure system bringin' in a little cool air from the north. But, by and large, not too shabby.

Kind of a "ketchup" day, where I been hustlin' some all week it seems; special yesterday, runnin' off to deliver books and, just possible, a tad overdone, with my makeshift, pure sugar breakfast at the tradin' post. I do try to look for somethin' moderate healthy, but look as I might, the pickin's are slim, where they cater most to the oilfield fellas and I wouldn't say they're a "health leanin'" bunch.

Anyway, excitement today was our neighbors to the north, movin' their cows back home. I had the boys out on the run, and they was all a bother, cows and horses comin' up their road. And, I reckin' I give the wives a wee thrill, when I yelled over the fence, askin' if any were ridin' mares; Ruben and Julio doin' their best "prance and blow". "Why, yes, are those stallions?". I took a look at the boys, as I walked out to gather 'em in and noticed, that prancin' as they might, they were stayin' as far away as they could from the cows. "I reckin' we'll be alright", I yelled back across the run, as the boys, happily pranced back to the barn. Mares or not, a hundred head a cows, trucks and riders, that was a lot for a couple a boys from the woods and the barn was lookin' fairly fine.

Even the bunch, in for a flake, decided to head for the hills, leavin' their flakes behind.

Otherwise, a little corespondence, a little firewood, a start on cleanin' the barn out for winter hay and a wee hike around the back, check on the bunch , spot my gates from the ridge and the valley for the absence of hunters; all quiet, peaceful and pretty, the sun comin' in low from the west.

And, it's way passed bedtime.

Have a nice night!

Best,
jeune