Plans?? What are those??

I try to plan my days, I really do. The night before I check my weather and try to get a game plan together of what needs to be done and where it needs to be done at. But life is unpredictable, especially when you own animals, so for the most part, I have to go with the flow.
The plan today was to go mow mom's yard and then head to the ranch to sort horses. It is time to turn the stud with his mares, in spite of the fact that we really wanted to see Woofer's baby first. Since she is not cooperating, we went ahead and selected the mares we want to breed to him this year and today I was going to turn him out with his girls.
The first part of the plan was on track. We headed to mom's with all of our grass whacking tools.
The creek on the way to her house is full, full, full...

The countryside is emerald green...

And a couple of days of sunshine has the prairie flowers blooming...

Megan and Ute stop for a minute to peruse her hard work...

Then it was on to the ranch to get busy with those horses.
The creek on the way flooded the road this morning...

They had just opened it back up a couple of hours before we came through. The creek bottom was still raging...

That wasn't the only thing that was raging. This is the Big White River. It's banks line the north side of our property. It is a good 20 feet higher than it normally is. Actually, it is normally a drizzle of muddy water trickling through a huge riverbed...

I worry when I see it like this because you can bet it has washed out fence somewhere along the line. I know I will be walking the banks when it goes down to clean up any dangerous debris and fix fence so the horses and cattle cannot get to the riverbed.
But as luck would have it...it has already taken out some of our fence and the horses in this pasture are...of course...not where they belong. Megan and I shake some cake and they all come. But my buckskin is limping...

Yep...here is where the plans change. Frosty has cut himself deeply on some downed wire and I need to get him to town ASAP. He is no longer bleeding, but the cut looks deep. So Megan jumps on her paint horse and drives this herd into the yard, while I race back in the pickup to shut gates and lock the stud up. Once we have this bunch in the yard, we have to quickly catch the buckskin, put him in a corral and let the rest of the horses out with the other herd.
It always makes you hold your breath when you turn one herd in with another...

But these horses were all raised together, so there is usually only momentary silliness and then they are off...

Leaving Megan and I to race to town, hook up the horse trailer and haul butt back to the ranch to get the injured horse-who I want to get to town before it gets dark-so I can take a closer look at his wound and doctor it.
Mission accomplished. It got too dark to take pictures of Frosty's cut tonight. It is deep and will definitely require being taken care of to heal without much scarring, but it is not career threatening. Thank god for that. You know-I wanted to get this horse to town, just not this way.
However, I do have a very happy little cowgirl though. I figured I might as well through her Rez pony in and bring him to town too. After all, she has a 4-H show to get ready for. Wouldn't you know, as soon as Megan put him in the corral, he just had to roll in the mud. What a dork...


Now I am off to bed because tomorrow the plan is...