Just a brief post today I'm afraid. It's just a teensy bit busy out today.
Yesterday was, of course, St. Patrick's Day. Today is the day of the Irish-American headache.
I do not have a headache for it's been some years since I took any form of ethanol into my system via my drinking apparatus. Which pretty much means, I believe, that while almost everyone is Irish on March 17, I am not. Don't qualify you see.
But I do appreciate the Irish and my Irish forbears, at least a couple of whom avoided the gallows long enough to procreate, else I'd not be here.
Yesterday we had three calves on the ranch, and filled with the spirit of Erin Go Braugh! (Ireland Forever or something like that) I decided to give the calves good Mick names. So here we have:
But wait, there's more!
Sometime after sunset another calf was born. I'm certain enough that she was born before midnight, so she makes the fourth leaf of the charmed four-leaf clover. Or something like that.
Interestingly, a couple of days ago we had calf 715 born on the 15th of the month, and yesterday we had 717 born on the 17th. What are the odds?
Hope you all have a fine day. Don't worry, the headache will fade. :)
And btw, sometimes blogger refuses to get the caption fonts right. Just refuses. Bloody Mick barstid! Grrr!