Cool, rainy morning and it's move salt and oiler time so I get to be home for a while, this morning at least. Which is good since we had to work yesterday, one of those bulls-in-the-mire days. (Well really just some tore down fence and bulls in the wrong field and some renegade neighbor's cows.) Pshaw got to come. I'll let her explain.
"Today was my day."
"Pretty fresh bull poo, I better taste it to make sure."
"Great! Camoflage (how do you spell that?)."
"Boy! that felt good."
"See Dad, how pretty I look."
"See Mom, how pretty I look."
"I even got to chase 5 big mean scary bulls who ran away from Me really fast and back into the bull pasture. But, alas : ( no picture of that since the photographer was carefully picking her way around a bog and trying to catch up. She's like that you know."