I'm trying to sound cheerful but my cowboy is without help while I'm laid up. He gets it done but it would be so much easier if I was there. Today a gate was rubbed down and 200 head of cows in the wrong field, and the bulls in the bull field had broke a post off, tore some fence down and were out along the canal. Meanwhile, I'm fussing with cupcakes. Still he did like eating some when I got home.
Oh, and I wanted to post this photo of the Logger-head Shrike sitting on a fence post on the way out of the yard, one of the Species at Risk in Alberta. I'm keeping track of sightings so I can fill a census report that Operations Grassland Communities will be sending me. Apparently their habitat is shrinking further south all the time.