The Boyz

Well, the Boyz of Summer (aka bulls) got to go to the hills and do their duty to bovine kind yesterday. Usually thet are a little more anxious to go meet the ladies than they were yesterday. Normally it is a run to keep up with them on the way out but this time we had to <a href="http://www.nowherethoughts.net/pics/bulls.jpg" onclick="window.open('http://www.nowherethoughts.net/pics/bulls.jpg','popup','width=490,height=280,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false">push them</a> all the way out. I notice the ladies are cycling and ready to greet them, so they ought to have a good time once they get together. All I know is bulls are a pain in the ass sometimes but you got to have them. There are other options, like A.I., but I wouldn't want to mess with that so bulls are the way to get your next calf crop.<br />n<br />nFor some unknown reason this really struck me and I thought I would share it with you. <a href="http://www.nowherethoughts.net/pics/homestead.jpg" onclick="window.open('http://www.nowherethoughts.net/pics/homestead.jpg','popup','width=580,height=340,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false">This house</a> was the place where my Great-Grandparents homesteaded. Kind of looks sad sitting there by itself with a dead tree over it.<br />n<br />n<b>Change is the constant, the signal for rebirth, the egg of the phoenix. Christina Baldwin</b>