A day in the country....

Hubs asked me to go cake the cows this morning. I really do love this job. It's just me and the dogs riding along in the pick-up, stopping to honk the horn and holler a little so the cows will come to us for their feeding. I enjoy getting out and taking in the vast rolling plains all around me. It's breathtaking. The sky was especially pretty today.



In the background, you can see some cows who were way off, coming down the ridge.





"Hey Bessy, can you lick the inside of your nostril like this?"



Some of the cows are more than eager to get some breakfast. This old girl isn't a bit shy. In fact, she likes to nuzzle right up to my hip pocket for some cake. She'll take it right out of my hand.



I've been letting the chickens out of the coop on these nice days. They just love to scratch and dig and find something good to eat in the manure piles. A friend once asked me what I fed my chickens. And I told him about their favorite spot. You know what they say about free-range chickens? They produce the best eggs!



Blackie is taking a sun bath.



Big Oak is waiting for me to drop some cake out of my bucket for him. Don't you like his curly head?



More siestas on a warm, sunny afternoon. Do you see the little silver horn weights? We put these on the bull's horns to weigh them down so they don't grow upward. Upward-growing horns are difficult to manage and are more dangerous than downward-growing horns or no horns at all.

A day in the country is worth a month in town.