I am going protesting, so you better just get ready to change your mind! I believe if I stand in a crowd of loud, noisy folks and hold up a sign that directs some change, it sure enough will happen! I believe I will protest the high volume of train tooting at crossings. I suppose I could get the sale-barn cowboys and some snooker players to go protest for about two bucks an hour for at least 10 hours on a pretty day.
The folks doing all the shouting seem to be enjoying themselves. Has the action had an impact on anything in the world? Yes, the trash is deep! Take it or leave it, that is my speech for today. My close relative will not listen to me rant and rave about the protesters, so you had to get an ear full.
Actually, the sunshine is making my life pretty good today. I have seen lots of big old cows waddling around preparing for delivery of a bouncing bundle of beef this morning. They look so content, and I am sure enjoying watching them as I deliver hay. The calving will begin any time now, some might come a couple weeks early and some will wait. We can breed to calve on the dot but the final word is from the Lord, not me or Mother Nature. All things work according to His design and He allows us to think we do it!
Horn fly season is creeping upon us. That is just one of the nifty little items I read about in a farm magazine. The government is going to make sure we identify our cattle as they go to market, and some of the fellers assure us we probably won't get sued for much. The likelihood of losing the ranch is slim, although you might want to always be checking the laws, numbered 1 through 10. You can slip up, so be prepared. An attorney on deck is sure recommended. All that stuff takes some of the fun out of my average day.
My close relative started cleaning up the yard this morning. I did not know, she does not inform me of her planned activities, thank goodness. And so, when I saw a huge plume of smoke boiling up from the headquarters, I became rather concerned! I arrived in time to find her burning all the litter and trash she could rake up, poking the fire and making the whole place smell of smoke. She found some flowers poking up and decided it was time! I suppose the blizzard that is sure to come will not be bothered by the neatness of the yard!
It is my opinion, and everyone has one, we are also protesting the weather, and it will do about as much good as holding up signs at the White House. I believe the offspring dared to protest the winter by setting the delivery of spring calves in early February. These actions are not seen just on my outfit; I'd bet you fellers know about them, too. All this protest has become evident to me, and I am getting tired of the whole thing. When the snow flies, I am gonna boil up a pot of chili, hot with peppers and tasting like Old Mexico!
Keep your coveralls handy, it ain't over yet!
Bill is the pen name used by the Gravette-area author of this weekly column. Opinions expressed are those of the author.
Editorial on 02/08/2017