The saga of the Little Red Bull continues. The neighbor came over Monday morning to get his bull, but he was nowhere to be seen, ditto Grover. All the cows and calves were up at the barn, but no bulls. The neighbor went to look for his and came back a little later to report that the guys are hanging out together, eyeing the barn with suspicion, not remotely interested in the offering of cubes.
All of the cows, his and Audrey’s, have been covered. There is nothing for the bulls to do so instead of defending territory Grover has decided he has a new BFF. Little Red Bull isn’t bothering anything or anyone so when he finally feels like coming up to the barn to be fed we can call the neighbor and get him headed back home.
Brad came home after being at the farm early, he brought lunch, then went back to do some work on the main gate at the farm. It’s time for the two six month old German Shepherd pups to have full run of the fenced yard but there were a couple of places where they could have squeezed through and gotten out at the road on either side of the gate. That has been repaired and Brad said he couldn’t have done it without the grandchildren. Miss Rachel was a great help, as was Joshua. Jacob did what he was told and helped as best as a soon to be nine year old boy could help. Sarah came out and took Rachel’s place when she had to go back in the house. It was very hot out today and humid enough to drown frogs.
Brad came dragging in later than he planned, had a hot shower and a bite to eat, sat at his computer for a bit and by 8:30 he was in bed. I made an early night of it as well and we are both looking forward to seeing our chiropractor later today.
I didn’t get a lot done yesterday, but I read the Prelude of the latest Mitch Rapp book, “Oath of Loyalty” and I’m on to Chapter One today. I’m back where I was with my knitted cowl before I rewound the ball and took out a couple of inches to redo it. It looks a lot better now.
I’ll continue to take it easy for a day or two, as will Brad after his work at the farm. We old folks need to conserve our energy. I’ll celebrate my 68th birthday next month and lately I feel more like 86 than 68!
Have a blessed Tuesday, ya’ll.