Interesting the damage a bull can do. And I used think the other side of the fence was a safe spot. I'm sure glad they are all moved to the South Camp now. The corrals there are all steel.
Well just another boring day day of cooking. I managed to spend all day doing it but . . . it's sure not like being on a horse. A nurse told me once when patients get grumpy it's a sign they are getting better and will soon be going home. (I hope so, I miss the prairie, seen from the back of a horse, where I feel at home.)
My cowboy is so stuffed he's starting to think that mud pies with cinnamon on it don't taste quite as good as he thought, even if they're 'French' mud pies. Not that he's complaining, except to say that his stomach is too small to put all the food he's been getting into it.
I'm still working on figuring out why anyone actually likes cooking. I think I've conquered not liking grocery shopping, and I'm getting so I like to eat a little bit better, cooking is next on the list. I was pretty sure it would be the biggest challenge. I know coyotes that hunt and eat but I don't know any that cook.