The days are cut into a jigsaw puzzle portion again. It gets daylight before time to get up and dark before you can finish a day's work.
I know this is God's time, and we can get used to it sooner or later, but the first week is always a mess. I nearly starve to death at ll a.m. and am not sleepy when the 10 p.m. news is over.
I was a wreck Sunday morning. I got up at five, did a bunch of work in the dark and got ready for church an hour early! Sure messed up me and the Wonder Woman I live with to the final degree.
My close relative is always the one to like the time change in the spring. She likes to get a jump on all the yard work and take a nice drive around to check on the grandbaby that is new in our midst. She finishes her day early when she gets started early, so she is going to be very quiet at this change. I know she is thinking loud!
The cats were all sound asleep this morning and I had to startle every one of them. Snip and Jack were out in the lot and didn't expect any activity for an hour. We are all going to have to stay up until midnight to sleep long enough in the morning.
Fat steers are regaining a little ground as of last week's report. I need lots of increases to make it and pay the local banker his share, which comes off the top. When the feed truck rolls at the feedlot, it dispenses a lot of money. Our steers are not close to the show list and I would like for them to put Karo syrup on their feed so they would eat faster and more of it. It seems like it takes longer for the bunch in the feedlot to gain than it did for them to get old enough to send. I may be a little anxious about payday.
We cleaned out the flower beds in the front of the house yesterday. They were really shot and looked like we had planted weeds. I was raking the ground to level everything up and suddenly felt a big bad chill start in my heart and travel at warp speed over my entire body. The thing I was looking at was not an earthworm, as they do not come in patterns. I bent forward to be sure and, of course, I screamed.
She was working about three feet from me and was immediately there, killing an infant copperhead. Then, I guess she thought it was necessary, she lifted the remains of said snake, dead and smashed, onto the trail. I could not call the small snake a baby since the word brings darling and precious memories to mind. Not a snake!
Here came the boys, scared their momma had had a heart attack or fainted to cause the scream, laughing so hard and pointing at the trail and then at me. If I ever go to a shrink, the said shrink will have to go to see a shrink.
We got a letter from the mineral company that feeds the men of the community last week. The letter came stuck between several ads for politicians and was trying to sell more minerals for a discount. I ate their steak and spud, so I sorta felt obligated to try the mineral. I ordered a bag and sent a check. We need to help the company pay for all the colored ads. Reminded me of the national waste in the government these last few months. I was never even in the same state as Camp Lejeune and have had four calls telling me how to apply for compensation from the government.
I called the Farrier last week to trim and shoe Jack and Snip in the front for winter. I won't ride as many miles in cold weather and just need the front taken care of. Pappy always did that for his riding horses and I believe it to be a great idea. Of course, it was $4 a head when he had it done, and now it is $28 a head. I gladly spent the money because I sure like that part of my life. My close relative went with me one day in October for a long ride on Jack. She even enjoyed it as she reported to her female offspring.
The cattle in our pastures are fine and doing what cattle are supposed to do. We have grass, but not large amounts, and all seem to be grazing. The hay is favored by some, but they are all looking good. No rustling and no running irons were noticed, so we are blessed again. The new calves have been a little snotty but we are doctoring each one. I feel like all is well.
The son-in-law, who has very little time to hunt, bagged the biggest buck. He had a huge rack and was fat and looked tender. I was so proud for him because he works lots of the times we can hunt.
I still am looking for the one I should have branded two years ago. He is mine if I can ever find him again. You fellers better do a little practice shooting as I have heard there have been some fired misses.
Hope you are all well, inoculated for the flu and covid, and remember the Alamo.
Bill is the pen name used by the Gravette-area author of this weekly column. Opinions expressed are those of the author.