I meant for this one to be first but oh well. She was standing the otherside of the fence from the cows and stopping her foot. She wanted more grain. She gets Sr Feed in the mornings. She thought because we were out there she should get more. Instead, all she got was her picture taken.
If you remember me posting a picture of the tiniest calf we have ever had - Tiny Tim - this is him now. He turned red and has grown but is still really small. His mother has really grown too. I doubt that she was much more than a year when Tim was born.
My favorite picture in a long time. I want to know the story this house has to tell. It is not too far from where we live. We stumbled on it just driving around the other day. I love it. Can't you just see children running and playing around the house. I can make up a story in my mind.
My favorite picture in a long time. I want to know the story this house has to tell. It is not too far from where we live. We stumbled on it just driving around the other day. I love it. Can't you just see children running and playing around the house. I can make up a story in my mind.
I have a new blog written by a friend of mine in Burns, Oregon. She has written a book about the mustang herds in Oregon. This is her blog - Oregon's Living Legends@blogspot.com. She has worked a long time on it. Check it out.
We are having a lulu of an electric storm rolling in so I need to close up shop here and turn off the computer.
Remember:
Where there is great love there are always miracles. Willa Cather.
Where there is great love there are always miracles. Willa Cather.
This old house was one day of my 365, remember? The day before your 50th I think.
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