The Weather Is Changing

Fall weather has certainly set in on us the last couple of days...

I got to see My Honey for a couple of days this last week. He stopped for a day on his way to Pheasant hunt in the eastern part of the state and then came back for another day and 1/2 on his way back to Colorado. He and Megan got to share an entire day of Father/Daughter hunting time. They have a blast together. There were only three Grouse to show for their efforts, but that is of no consequence, when really it is about getting out and getting to do something together.

Now that school has started and the horse shows and rodeos are done for the season, I get to deal with the "teenage girl" that my daughter is, rather than the super fun little girl I get to enjoy during the summer. There is of course, lots of eye rolling and disjointed mumbling(I'm pretty sure it refers to my utter lack of motherly understanding-LOL). She saves her enthusiasm and interest for Chris and Uncle Billy during all of the hunting seasons. Such is life...unfortunately, I can still clearly remember my high school years and back when I knew lots more than I do now...and I was convinced my mother was "the dumbest person on the planet". I wished I was as smart now as I was then-LMAO.

So, while the "hunters" were driving around looking for birds, I got to do one of my favorite tasks(no sarcasm intended), which is move hay bales with the tractor. I'm getting pretty good at it, but I wished my mom wouldn't walk in front of the tractor when I have a bale on the loader. I CAN'T SEE HER. So when I stop the tractor until I can see her, she moves and gives me ridiculous hand signals and very disgusted looks because I stopped when she was telling me where to put the bale. It's as bad as when someone tries to help you back a trailer into a tight spot and then they stand where you can't see them. Hello....If you can't see me? I can't see you! So no amount of arm waving and finger pointing is going to help-sheez.

Chris was kind enough to bring his car trailer with him, so I could haul some panels, bales, junk lumber and I will try to get a load of scrap iron out of here too. Unfortunately, scrap iron went from $120 a ton to $40 a ton. However, I don't really care. I wasn't going to mess with it in the warm weather, because of the rattlesnakes that just love to hang out under all of it. But it has to go, because I have a feeling that that is where the momma snakes are hanging out and giving birth. They are going to have to find a new place, hopefully much farther away from the house, next year.

I hauled some fresh bales of hay down to my ranch and this starving herd raced into the yard to inspect the delivery...


Looky here...Beauty is walking good enough to get let out of the barn for a bit...
There is still a hitch in her giddy-up, but much improved. I think another week of restricted movement and she will be able to go back to the pasture rather than come to town. We will make sure to put her in the pasture that has no hills and see how she does.

I barely got hay unloaded at the ranch and pictures taken and the rain started in, so it was time to get the heck out of there. Dirt roads and moisture in this part of the country equals making a mess of both the roads and your vehicles-LOL. There is a saying about South Dakota gumbo-If you stick around when it is dry, it will stick around when it is wet.