I don't know that we ever really have typical days around here, but we seem to fill them up. On Tuesday I cooked for the crew again...Tortilla Stack in the crock-pot, corn, salad, homemade salsa, and Summer Berry Pie for dessert. The dessert was really a selfish choice...I had a small crew which meant there would be an extra piece of pie left over for DH and I the next day. 😄😋 I've posted about that pie here: Summer Berry Pie. It's our favorite!
Then I went out and pulled weeds for a while. This is load 3 in 3 days:
There are still many hours of weed pulling left, but this old gal pulled until she couldn't straighten back up and had to quit. It's been 36 years since I was 20 and I am feeling every one. Do I get to count that as a workout? 😉
And doesn't everyone's typical day consist of un-hobbling a chicken?
I noticed her tottering up when I went out to gather the eggs. Can you see the string tied around her legs? She'd gotten tangled in some string but she could still run pretty fast because I had to hustle to catch her. And I don't hustle so fast these days, especially since I was laughing because she looked so funny. Poor thing, but no worries, I cut the string and unraveled it from both of her feet and she's fine. We love our critters and do our best to tend to them with TLC.
Then DH enlisted my help to run some bulls through the chute to cut them. They went in as bulls and came out as steers.
It's not every day I spend part of the day bringing bulls up to the chute and running down to hold poopy tails out of the way:
so DH can do his part:
All the while I'm thinking, I should share this with ya'll. It's all part of ranch life, but DH is probably thinking, "I wish she'd never started that dang blog." Sorry the pictures aren't that great, but I really was trying to tend to my job and avoid a scowl from DH. Scowl avoided.
And here's your Skeet shot...he's always ready to lend a helping hand.
And even though it's getting dark later, we still seem to run out of daylight and end up doing chores after the sun sets
Then as we headed to the house, we couldn't locate Skeet. We have this round pen:
And somehow he ended up in there when we were shuffling things around and then he couldn't get out. He looked so pitiful that we couldn't help but laugh:
LOL. Sorry for the bad shot, but it was almost completely dark. I tried to lighten the shot. Poor DH. He deserves better help. But, hey! We're free help. And there's a piece of Summer Berry Pie waiting for him at the end of the day! Surely that's got to count for something! 😄