Miss Turkey came down the street where I live early this morning. The waddle under her chin is bright red with the sun shining behind her. I wonder what she's thinking about when she walks around the place alone?
Cows were trailing out to pasture on the
street trail where I live.
I was driving the feeder truck and the cows were following behind.
It's time for a big drink before we finish the long walk to the Nine Mile Pasture where the other cows are grazing.
It's called Nine Mile because it's nine miles from our little, bitty town.
Here's where I leave them off. The guys will take the cows a good two miles or so down this trail before they reach the pasture gate where that dot-of-a-tree is. You'll have to click the pic to enlarge it and see what I mean.
Gray clouds mixed with blue sky and sunshine where above the
street gravel road where I live. I enjoyed a windy, brisk daily walk to the mail box.
Big Sky Country is what it's called.