The early snow has made us really fall behind in our winterization measures here at the ranch. We wanted to get the electric and water line to the back pasture down before the ground froze and it would have been a lot harder to get done without the efforts of Little Mike and Miss Kathy. Blessed Be.
We are also trying to get a shelter built for the team in the back and are way behind on this construction project. Right now they are living in a shrinkwrap shanty and not very happy about their substandard conditions. But thanks to the assistance of Cowboy Carlo, we got most all the trusses ready to go up this week. Again Blessed Be!
This morning when I was feeding hay Time Bandit walked out a ways and just stood quietly watching the snow come down across his domain. The cows and little bulls were all eating but Bandit stood off there alone, Head held way high and just watching the weather. I looked out to see what he was looking at, and it was just the silent, snowy landscape fading away to the far tree line. You could hear the heavy wet snow falling but nothing else.
I watched that big bull's breath cloud out, slow, rhythmic puffs. I looked at what he was looking and and I matched my breathing to his. And I was thankful for having the opportunity to just stop for a few minutes and enjoy this land and these gorgeous animals.
I am not young. I begin to sense my time is passing. I am grateful for this life and for how ever many more days I get to live here, this way.