When it's not Monday, these have been my tools of the trade these past few weeks:
But for a few minutes on Friday and after the boys ate dinner on Saturday, I shucked my apron, set aside my rolling pin and picked up my camera.
I am still sorting through shots from past years for a wall of photos in my mudroom/entry way and I wanted to include one of two from this year. On the day I escaped from the kitchen for a few minutes, the crew had gathered the pasture with the bulls. These photos are from 2 different days so in some of the photos you see Corriente bulls and in others you see Angus bulls. They work them easy and the bulls get strung out - these are only a few of them:
It makes me sad that this old tree was struck by lightening, but I still think it looks neat in a photo:
The boys hold the bulls up
And keep them from making a run for it
As DH assesses them
And sorts them
And when the crew gets together, there is always time for another story. If you enlarge this photo, you will see DH is laughing at something Richard is telling him.
I'm sure the boys get tired of me pointing my camera at them, but they put up with me because they are unfailingly kind to the cook: