Peaceful

The baby angus calves look like little monkeys when then run and buck and kick with their tales stuck out. My brother said the same thing working on another ranch a year ago and they told him he didn't know anything about monkeys. Now it is safe to say he has seen more calves than I have and I have seen more monkeys than he has, but we both agree. Black calves and monkeys have alot in common.

The valleys and hills get greener every day. The days are warm. The birds are back in force: cerlews, ducks, geese, pheasant, grouse, meadow larks, little black ones with red wings, and others I know only by their song. The barn swallows aren't back yet, they will be the last to arrive.

I'm getting saddle broke again; I think I've spent more hours in the saddle this last week than in the past 6 or 7 years put together. Feels good, getting back in the swing of things.

Lots of things to say, lots to think about and feel good about here, but not alot of it that translates easy to blog form. Funny, sometimes it was easier to fill a page in Haiti or Sri Lanka than it is here. I think that is a good thing. How about this: sitting on the back porch swing looking over the valley, sun setting in the west, full moon rising in the east, coyotes yipping behind the hills, cattle bawling in the pasture, smell of growing grass on the air, meadow larks singing in the background. Peaceful.