Monday

I just love the grain fields this time of the year. Curt will start harvesting the end of the week. I think of the words of the song America - Oh beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain.
This was "THE evening working with untrained, ungentled (sort of) horses. Target did wonderful. Blondie was jerking me around pretty good. She was really being naughty. So, we traded horses again. He was afraid I would get hurt. Well, he was trying to turn her to her bad side and she whirled and nailed him in both legs with her hind feet. He got out of her way so he really didn't get hurt, he will be black and blue tomorrow. She got worked hard for another hour until her attitude changed. She was really bad today, would not look at you, kept swinging her butt at you. Any way Bob will go over in the morning and work her again. Then we will go later and I will work Target. He will work Blondie again.
Bob went and got the facia stuff to finish the house. I am so excited for it to be really truely done. And tomorrow besides working horses the cows/calves get moved to a pasture up by Newport till October.
Remember: Do what you can with what you have, where you are. Theodore Roosevelt
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