This is a gun we use to pour Cydectin (a wormer) on cattle, and yes, that is a really, really old, ugly floor from the 50's.
4 or 5 times a day, I use that gun to empty the water out of the pump.
Next trip to town, we'll pick up a new pump, but for now, I pump:
With the temps hovering at the 100° mark, and my oven working overtime to feed a cowboy crew, we're sure wanting to keep that air conditioner humming.
However, trips to town have been put on hold for just bit. DH has been helping the neighbors brand for a few days in between our own cow works and my peace and quiet has been temporarily interrupted by a roofing crew:
This is not a fun time of year to be roofing in NM. It was 102°. I'm thinking that if I were a roofer in NM, I would be on that roof at 5 am and not show up at 11, but what do I know?
I imagine the average customer would not appreciate 6 roofers beating on their roof at 5 am, but heck, we're up and heading out at that hour.
I took a video while these guys were hammering away, but I can not figure out how to post it. I was trimming some HSTs and all you can really hear is the hammering and thuds, but they were singing at the tops of their lungs. A roofers' serenade!
They worked 3 days last week. They do not work on Saturday and on Friday evening we had a heck of a wind storm that made the dirt and shingles... and plywood... and felting... and everything else that was not nailed down, fly. It's a mess and I'm sure they will not be happy come Monday.
Praise God we are getting a new roof.
Wishing it was going to be a tin one, but in a drought ravaged ranch country, I'll take what I can get, and be darn thankful for it. Maybe I've got some of Grandma Lillian in me after all.