More Random

Ryder riding. 

Ryder and Sarley moving steers.  I hope this horse can last a few more years.  He used to be quite the cutting horse back in his day, but now he has a hard time keeping up with the herd.

 

Ryder’s popping a wheelie.  He really wanted me to get this picture of him, but was disappointed when he saw his tire wasn’t even off the ground. 

 

 

Star Ranch.

Caking cows with a nice view of the Star Ranch yard.  I think almost everyone we’ve met in the Sandhills either owned or worked on the Star Ranch in the past.  It’s been great learning a little more history about the place.  Just today I found out a previous owner used to run 300 head of horses and there’s buried treasure out here (maybe only Mom and I would think it’s treasure.  Perhaps it would be better termed as historical items.)  Now to find the hill in which it’s buried…

 

 

Mistaken identity.

There’s a lady a few miles south of us who runs horses.  Lots of horses.  Too many horses for the grass she feeds them on.  Anyway, this isn’t about her horses.  This is about these two goats who think they’re horses.  They crack me up.

 

Cumulonimbus.

I never tire of watching thunderstorms go by (I apologize if you do).

 

 

Dallie. 

She loves dresses and her Dora shirt.  She usually wears layers of clothes because she finds lots of different things she wants to wear (which, of course, makes for lots of laundry). 

 

 

Pink sky at night, sailors delight; pink sky in the morning, sailors warning.

I was just reading some old wives’ tales/clichés to go along with this weather one and I got a chuckle when I read this one:

The early bird gets the worm; but the second mouse gets the cheese!