Morning chores called for me to feed a heifer calf I'd brought into headquarters yesterday. As I stood at the feed barn door, fidding with the latch, she kept a wary eye on me with an unhappy attitude. As I came out of the barn with arms full of hay, she charged and knocked me right into the dirt. I sat there laughing at myself for being so careless, got up and dusted myself off and left her breakfast hay on the ground. Maybe this afternoon she will have decided I'm not so bad, after all.
The weekend days were spent in town, working on an old retail store building that I'm planning to sell. This building was built around the turn of the century, and has a gorgeous tin ceiling that my son has painted with copper-color auto paint. Pretty! Pigeons had found a way in, and the stair banisters needed lots of clean-up...dead pigeons littered the floor. A broken second story window seemed to be their entrance, so that was taken care of. Slowly, I'm returning this great old building to it's former granduer. It's hard to turn loose of these old treasures once they are fixed up, but they make fantastic "hooks", and bring in the business for whoever buys them.
20 years ago, I brought home a Manx tomcat and he distributed his dominant gene pool to all the neighboring ranches. If he didn't "travel" to cover the territory, I always had a surplus of tailless barn cats which were in high demand for their hunting abilities.
Last week, my daughter-in law came home with a bob tailed kitten she'd been given by the neighbors, and the circle continues.