I’m looking out the window as I write, and it is raining…again! I prayed for a wet winter and God has provided, and provided. The only problem is we can’t get our calves worked because its too slick in the branding pen. With the amazing abundance of beautiful green grass, our cows are too fat to fit in the alleyway. It is not fun to release a stuck fat cow. I sense work ahead.
I do love this time of year. The bulls come in to the ranch and you can hear them challenging each other as they huff, puff and bellow out their bravado. I made the mistake of picking the wrong bull out of a pen of four to handle the cows on the short side of the ranch. The term “bull-headed” manifested itself immediately. He jumped gates and pens just to prove he could before he ended up in the horses’ feed corral. He proceeded to chase all the horses out. At that point he must of realized his antics were depriving him of parts of his hide and decided to stop. We loaded him up and sent him across the road to hang with the rest of the “boys” he’d traveled down with. I have no idea where he is; and frankly, after surveying the damage to our working corral system, I don’t care. Another bull has taken his place. He doesn’t jump. Yet.
So as it rains, and our cows get fatter and our calves get bigger, it seems a good day to write. I’m half way through my second book and I’ve started my third. My mind can’t quit and I want to bring the readers of “Road to the Innocent” another thriller, so I’d better get writing.