Tuesday, March 21, 2017
Walk on the wild side
It was a gorgeous first day of spring in this part of the world. Warm and with only a light breeze. Meadowlarks singing, calves scampering around, thirteen-lined ground squirrels out of hibernation, grasses greening up, trees budding -- the works. In the afternoon clouds were building in the west with a weather-guesser's promise of a chance of rain.
Having a slow leak in the left front tire of my pickup, I dropped it off at the tire shop for repair. With time on my hands and no wheels I decided to give the LPC's a bit of an excursion.
I thought I'd stroll a couple of miles but by the time all was said and done I'd gone seven. It was just too beautiful to stop sooner.
Come on along... :)
One downside. At the six-mile mark I started to get hot-spots on the balls of my foots. Wearing the wrong socks you see. By the time I finished I had bilateral big blisters.
Well, stuff happens. What doesn't kill me toughens my feet.
But wait, there's more!
While I was off hiking a calf was born. Sore feet or not, she needed to be tagged. And so she was.
As the sun was fading from the day another cow took herself off to have a baby. Which she had successfully, though it got hip-locked in the pelvis and needed just a bit of manual adjustment to become fully independent.
And now I'm off to bed.