Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Priceless
There is a lot of work involved in ranching. A lot of physical labor, a lot of brain sweat. Sometimes it isn't the most fun or the most exciting occupation. Sometimes it can be discouraging and even vexing.
But for me at least, the glue that holds it all together is a deep and abiding love for what I do, for the things I get to experience every day. No two days are ever the same, and even in the most agonizing times there are priceless moments of majestic wonder and awe.
I am blessed.
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That is one pretty little calf!
ReplyDeleteShe is! Has those big floppy simmental ears and simmental coloration. Might need to make her a herd cow.
DeleteMomma sure kept an eye on you though, didn't she?
ReplyDeleteYep! We have a deal. As long as I don't do anything stupid, she won't mash me. Of course she can rescind the deal at any time and without formal notice.
DeleteHas Butterbelly checked in, to let you know all the weasels on your ranch are OK?
ReplyDeleteNot yet. I saw him on April 14 last year. I understand he nearly got threwn out of the IWS for allowing himself to be filmed.
DeleteYou are indeed blessed, and that you realize it just makes it more so.
ReplyDeleteThanks Brig. I know a lot of guys and more than a couple of gals who paid for this. Kinda have to keep that in mind else I lean toward monster-jerk. I'm blessed in more ways than I can possibly count.
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