It is raining again today. I don’t mind the rain, mind. We really need what we’ve been getting . . . no puddles thus far, at least since the deluge we had Tuesday. Those went away and it has been drizzle, drizzle.
The calves fair well. Clear eyed, spritely and they are settling into area. They took several days to walk the fences and learn what was theirs. Usually they’ll do that within the first day or so.
This bunch was different. Some that had been with another herd, a few that came off the range almost unlicked through the auction house. It took them awhile to integrate . It wasn’t until then they walked the fence.
I don’t spook them anymore, nor does Dog.
The Frump and Trump are engaged in a low grade war. That’s nothing new. What is new is the Frump seems to think her opinion of Trump is worth something. How an ego can over look its own miniature status to judge another is beyond making ones teeth itch, really.
I notice, along with the rest of the world, that she is abdicating her role, if elected, of controlling the economy to her husband. Silly woman. Of course, she has abdicated many responsibilities in the past, hasn’t she; movie makers, lives, honor, and truth.
What’s the name of that character? “The Upright Man”?
Oh, that’s right, she ain’t a man. Can’t expect honor from a protected species. Even claiming equal status isn’t acceptable responsibilities be damned – Umm?
As the one reading over my shoulder says: “It’s the party, Stupid.”
From the reaches,