The Winter Vigil

It begins today…first day after a crazy busy challenging-weather type of weekend of rounding-up, sorting, loading and trailering ALL our pasturing critters home.

Subsequently my vigil of watching over them and waterers and heaters and fencelines and gates(of course), officially begins today. With hubby away trucking during the week I find myself with the luxury of being in control of the chore schedule. Nothing finer than being the “one in charge”.

Sure, it’s all fine when every thing is working and every one is behaving. Here’s to smooth days ahead…and if not so smooth, then here’s to some stories and tales to tell!!

Hide and Seek

 
Never would I have imagined that a normal day of errands and a road trip to pay the annual property taxes would present such a fascinating experience! I grudgingly set out with chequebook (and camera, of course)in hand. I would normally only go as far as the mailbox and mail the darn thing to the county but in view of rotating postal strikes and October 31 deadline looming near, it behooved me to strike out on the tour and hand deliver our precious property taxes payment.

Almost to my destination, I see three black specks in the field to the west and I know right away they aren’t cows.

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They see me and start to dash. As I get closer I find they have made a home in a culvert and almost get out of sight. I drove off the highway and perched myself quietly in the truck until two of the three re-emerged and watched me right back just as quietly. We sat there for quite awhile and I snapped off a few frames totally delighted with my find. They appear to be healthy yearlings without a momma….but just in case momma was deep inside the culvert, I remained in my truck.

I think I just might pay our taxes this way every year!!

Countrified Blessings-Introduction

There really is nothing finer than living in the country. Living on a ranch in the country is even finer! In celebration of the rural life and all it’s uniqueness and specialness, I’ll post another feature called “Countrified Blessings” from time to time. Nothing regular, just when something catches my attention and that I feel the urge to share with you all on the blog.

Simple stuff like….

The purely exquisite luxury of tucking oneself into bed at night after a long hard day  of relentless chores between freshly washed sheets that have hung out on an outdoor clothesline warming and drying under a glorious sun complete with fresh air breezes.