Old Cowgirl
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Good morning. It's cloudy and damp here, 40*. I stayed in town too long yesterday and had to load all my groceries and other items into the car in the rain, then drive all the way home in the rain, and finally, unload everything in the rain. My niece had given me my first umbrella on my birthday but I didn't even think to take it because the forecast had said "less than a tenth of an inch." Haha! I don't know how much it rained because I hadn't emptied my gauge in a while and also it's still half full of the sticks and rocks my grandsons put in it at Thanksgiving. (It's not a typical round gauge but a big rectangle-shaped one with a bigger opening, about the size of an average hardback book).
Tomorrow I go to the city for a doctor appointment, 65 miles away.
This morning, while cleaning up from breakfast, I heard a clattering noise at my back door. No, it wasn't a belated visit from a confused Santa. It was a 600 pound heifer, coming up the steps to the landing and looking in the French doors! I scrambled for my cell phone to take a picture but I guess I left it in the car yesterday. Beef cattle are typically not pets but these girls are getting to be mighty friendly.
Tomorrow I go to the city for a doctor appointment, 65 miles away.
This morning, while cleaning up from breakfast, I heard a clattering noise at my back door. No, it wasn't a belated visit from a confused Santa. It was a 600 pound heifer, coming up the steps to the landing and looking in the French doors! I scrambled for my cell phone to take a picture but I guess I left it in the car yesterday. Beef cattle are typically not pets but these girls are getting to be mighty friendly.