Sunday, September 20, 2009

200th Post Giveaway!


Reader Appreciation Giveaway
to celebrate the most boring blog on the Internet's
200th post

THE PRIZE
A mixed bag of random, fun things
"Queen of the Rodeo" sign
Vintage cowgirl frame
Pony necklace
Leanin' Tree notecards
The Cowgirl's Cookbook
A nifty pouch for your camera and cell phone
(clips to a belt loop)

HOW TO ENTER
Leave a comment on this post.

I will put all names into a hat
and draw on Sunday, October 4th.

If your name is drawn, email me your address
and the goodies are yours.


Good luck, and thank you for your support.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

After the Rain Sing-Along

Baby, the rain must fall.

And it did, off and on for a week,
cooling things down and
bringing things back to life.

It's still muddy, but I needed to
groom the horses, paying special attention
to their mud-packed hooves.

What a mess.

I did the best I could, and
will do it again tomorrow,
including some ThrushX.

'shrooms everywhere

In the circle, the circle of life.

'shrooms growing in a decomposing
pile of poo


I saw quite a variety ...


... each one more interesting ...

... than the last.


This one looked like a big fat potato.


Rain always brings a kazillion of these —
fire ant mounds.
If there were one species I could
eradicate from the planet,
it would be fire ants.
Worthless, nasty little varmints.
I have several bites;
a real joy to deal with,
lemme tell you.

After the rain comes
outdoor housekeeping, like picking
up rocks brought to the surface.

All the trees have
piles like this at their bases.


Rock, rock til you drop.

I did, BTW.


Never been rocked enough,
Never been rolled just right.


Long ago, these rocks
formed a solid layer.


The ridges on this one are telltale signs
that it was once under water.
This area was part of the inland sea.


The flat surface of the strata
is slick as hell, wet or dry.
The horses slip on them,
so I don't like to ride through them.
Some stick up just enough
to cause them to trip.


We call this the alley.
Mike said if I marked the trees,
he'd trim them so I can ride
through to the other side.
The dry creek bed flattens out just
beyond where you can see.

Tie an orange ribbon round the old oak tree.


And the cedars.

Anybody know what these are?
They look like miniature plums.
They're not juniper berries;
they're the size of large grapes.

I'm whupped.
Is it beer-thirty yet?

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Fewer Words Wednesday

Zombie Puppy

She looks like this when she's really sleepy.
She snores like a lumberjack.


My favorite part of Martha — her left ear ...


... followed closely by her speckly belly.

I'm a total sap for this dog.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Dancing in the Rain

Rain and cooler temps made a
perfect weekend for the Boyz to romp and play.
And it's still raining!

I'll bet there will be icky hooves to deal with
when it finally stops.

Sorry for the hazy video.
I shot them through my
dirty office window.

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Thursday, September 10, 2009

Skywatch Friday Season 4 Episode 9



Foggy Morning
Lake Ray Roberts
Mountain Springs, TX

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

En La Casa #11

Bienvenido

The angel is from Jamaica.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Easy Breezy Sunday

Rode Pokeymon bareback.
Walked in the round pen,
then trotted around the back pasture.
We both worked up a little sweat,
and he gave me a relaxed,
safe, forgiving ride.

Mmm, salty.

She never puts this on me.


Eww, dude, you smell funky.


Maybe there's something good to eat in here.


Poco, that smelled funnier than you!


Can I eat that flashy thing?
Surprise! That's Jaz, not Poco.


I think that I shall never know
a thing so lovely as a roll.


The sand gets on my back and sheath ...


and everything else underneath.


I flop and flounder on my sides,

and when at last I choose to rise ...


I shake.
Take that, cruel flies!

Saturday, September 5, 2009

A Little Too Desensitized

Move, bubba.

The truck is actually nudging him.
C'mon, Jaz, MOVE!

About to be whapped in the face,
but still holding his ground.

I rolled down the window and removed
the errant piece of hay.

Funny boy, that Jaz.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Skywatch Friday Season 4 Episode 8

Sunset
Mountain Springs, TX

Edited later:
Crap! I hate when I do that.
I prepped this post days ago
then forgot to change the post date,
so it got buried overnight.
Sorry about that!


Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Down the Road a Piece

Toads are freakin' everywhere!
I dumped this one out of my boot.
This time of year, if you leave
footwear outdoors, you bang them on the
concrete to evict squatters.
Trust me, toads are the
least of your worries.

I led Poco down the road maybe a
quarter mile. I was hoping the 3 crazy Labs
would be barking like banshees
(I even called them),
but they were inside.

Jaz called several times,
but Poco didn't acknowledge him.
That was a first, and I call it
a good omen.

Another dog followed us, which
Pokey didn't like, but
he wasn't stupid about it.
The dog, however, was stupid,
and refused to go home.

My intent was to turn around and
ride him back home —
I didn't tack him up for nothing —
but I had to wait until
the dog lost interest to mount.
No sense tempting trouble,
since I don't know that dog.

Poco did well, and was so pleased
with himself, that he hung out with me
for an hour after I tacked him down.
"Tell me again what a good boy I am."
He tries so hard to be a good boy.

Sometimes.

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