Soapweed
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Late afternoon of a cold day
The cows got some cake.
Later in the day
Windmill at sundown
One grandson dressed, and one to go
My little baby sitting project
What was supposed to be ten or fifteen minutes turned into almost an hour and a half. They were good kids, and the only one about
ready to cry was grandpa.
Frost
Lots of it
This many trees in Nebraska is almost what we call a forest--a frosted forest.
Road to the ranch
Old telegraph pole in the shadow
A gate on the meadow
Windmill, cell phone tower, tree, wire, post, and grass all in the same picture
Another tree
Same tree from the shadowy side
Frost on the wire
Trying to sight in on the wire to see if her back is straight
Big cottonwoods on the meadow
They are very old trees, pretty good sized at the base, and could probably tell lots of good stories.
Ready to feed a little hay
They'll be brand new mommas in just a very few months.
A geezer with no ears. How in the world does that hat keep from falling down over his eyes?
Heifers are scattered out eating cake
Taking off the net-wrat
A 39-gallon garbage bag comes in handy to keep net-wrap consolidated and from making a mess.
One bale scattered out for quite a ways, fed small enough to not cause much waste.
Caker and across-the-bed tool box. There is still plenty of room for two bales of hay.
Later in the day feeding another bunch hay
A lert cow. The world needs more lerts.
Same old geezer with no ears visible here either.
Number Black 277. Her mother is Yellow 598.
Number Black 266. Her mother is a rip.
String of hay
Blue 195
Brown 868--alias Wilson, looking over the black fence.