Jobs

Still fairly cool for this time of year.

I took off yesterday morning and ran up to Newell and got the meat from the cow we had butchered. We had steaks for dinner yesterday. Excellent! I sure feel sorry for people who don’t get to eat a steak off a fat, dry cow who is from 3 to 5 years old. They have so much more taste! This was a Corrientee. That will learn her to come up dry and not have a calf!

Tate and I rode down south and looked for yearling’s to doctor but nobody seemed to need out attention. On the way back we stopped at the tank where I have been trying to get everything fixed up. Tate brought the tractor home and I lead the horse he had ridden down there. Earlier we had went down and put cement in the bottom of the tank to plug off the center part. You put the sacks of concrete mix in dry and then just cover with water. The concrete seems to set up better under water. And you don’t have the bother of having to mix all that mud.

When we got the tractor home, Tate helped me to take the loader off the old tractor so we can use parts from it on the loader on the 856.

Gramma went down after she got home from work and checked on Sam. She said he just sat on her lap all the time she was there. He is sore and doesn’t want to move very much, like his arm is hurting him. Poor little guy.

My vet is supposed to stop by today and geld my two year old stud. And another neighbor came over and cut and baled about 80 bales of hay, so I need to get started hauling them in where they need to be for the winter. Here it is August and I need to think about winter! Guess I am not a grasshopper after all!