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Bored at work

Work has gotten a little boring.  When this happens I’ve no option but to crawl into a daydream.  Sometimes I drag friends along via email.  This is what happened today.

L:

Riding the fence line again today.  I’m out in Wyoming, near the Tetons, and of course it’s early summer.  My horse, Chisholm, is a beautiful Pinto.  He is a solid, yet gentle animal.  Earlier, as I attached the post, Chisholm playfully nudged me.  He nibbled at the pocket of my jacket knowing that there was a carrot tucked inside.  It’s beautiful out here on the range.  The sun beating on my back, a gentle breeze coming off the mountains.  Chisholm and I are going to rest near the creek down a ways.  Good place for a nap.

J:

I could visualize everything about this…even you giggling as he playfully nudged you!

L:

Of course I laughed, then rubbed his muzzle as he crunched the carrot.  Chisholm is an awesome companion.

A:

Please continue……I am so right there.

L:

Found a calf stuck in the scrub bushes on the way to the creek.  It’s one of ours.  Can’t see its mother anywhere and don’t see any crows overhead so she must be out there somewhere.

A:

NORMAN!!!!

L:

NO!  Not Norman…..no, no, no…..you city folks and your talkin’ pictures….it’s a plain old calf.  No name, no number…yet.  But it will get a number…. a number, not a name.  You don’t name something you’re going to eat….unless it’s Ribeye.

A:

Sorry about interruption.  Please continue…found a calf stuck in the scrub brushes…

L:

Found the herd over the rise.  The minute we crested the hill old Bessie heard her calf calling.  She came lickety split to him and he latched onto her with a hunger.  He sounded more like a suckling pig than a calf.  Bessie shot me a look of contempt, as if I took her baby.  “You’re the one that lost him,” I told her.  “Don’t blame me for your incompetence as a mother.”

I watched the herd for a bit and didn’t see anything amiss so headed back toward the creek.  No wayward calf would deter Chisholm and I to take some time for ourselves.

*note: friends who were dragged along via email.  I did do some editing when I realized some geography was off.  A writer should always edit.