We’ve been having some crazy warm weather for December around here. I really like it, but it’s gonna make me hate it even worse when it does finally get cold.
When my Cowboy said he was fixin’ to ride out and check the cattle, I unplugged the longarm and said, “I wanna go, too.” It’s very rare that I ride in the winter time. I don’t like being cold!
Heck, these days, it’s very rare that I ride at all. I’m simply too busy.
So when my daughter called and said, “Hi, Mom! Whatcha doing?” and I said, “Saddling up my horse,” she burst into laughter, saying, “There is no one else I know that I would ever get that response from!”
Yes, I should have been working, but I couldn’t pass up this chance to enjoy a 60-degree day in December on horseback.
Bonnie was an absolute mess! Coated with mud, dirt, dust, and cockle burrs, it was obvious I haven’t given her much extra attention in the grooming department for awhile. Her hair was all woolly and curly, and caked with mud. It took me a long time just to get her ready to put a saddle on!
But we finally got tacked up, and off we went. (See, it’s even been nice enough to hang laundry on the clothesline!)
We didn’t have to look too far for the cows. The weather had them all in fine form, and they found us, and chased us wherever we went — it was hilarious! The bucking, running, bellowing, bawling, snorting, and cavorting — what a show they put on!
One little bull calf kept bouncing around Bonnie, just daring her to come after him. He was pretty full of himself, and so cute.
It looks like December, but the temperature felt more like October.
Would you look at this dirty neck!?
The two in the forefront here are Calamity Jane (Janie), and her 3-month old daughter, Josie.
Blueberry went along, and had a big time exploring everything. I think she wore herself out, and probably slept like a rock last night.
And while we were gone, PeeWee protested loudly from the east pasture where he was penned up. He ran and bucked and whinnied and paced until he worked himself into a lather — he worked harder than Chip and Bonnie did carrying us around. But the exercise was good for him, the little fatty.
With everyone present and accounted for, and all the fences checked, we had a really nice ride on a wonderful December day. And I still managed to fit in quite a bit of quilting.
It’s another warm day today, but I think it may rain, and I need to keep my nose to the grindstone and get a lot more quilting done. I’m sure Bonnie won’t mind.