Ramblings of a tired mind

Once upon a time, these hands were high maintenance.  With life on the ranch, it would be silly to even believe that a manicure would last for a day!  The green is ink from tattoos for the weanlings.  The band aid is for the needle hole through my finger (getting supplies ready for Chris to give inoculations - he's smart enough to wear gloves).  There are several more cuts here and there as well - all from holding anxious calves in the headgate.  Bruised knuckles are my new jewelry!  And I wouldn't have it any other way. 

And look what I found in the mostly dead flower garden outside the family room!  They have miles of sub-irrigated pasture to munch on, but they apparently prefer eating what's left of the perennials.  Then they move on to the garden where I find dozens of almost ripe tomatoes with a set of deer sized teeth marks in them.  They do leave them laying neatly around the plants though.  Most of my carrot tops are missing too.  Dang deer.

 

Stewie and his mom Luna.  We are so very happy that Luna has come to live with us.  She's everything Dexter packed into a little package.  What a totally sweet girl. 

Stewie is going to go to a State Fair or two with his mom, then he's going to be too old for the cow/calf pair routine.  He's old enough to be weaned anyway.  Soon Stewie!  Then he'll be for sale.  He thinks he's a big bull anyway, but he must be embarrassed when he can't reach water in the  big water tank if the water level is a few inches below the top.... Just sayin'.  Fortunately for him, we keep a little water tank just for him.

And last, but not least, we need rain.  We need rain.  We need rain.