Good Morning Gentle Readers,
We got a little rain overnight and there's another storm coming. It's all welcome, but would have been more welcome a week ago. Some of the winter vegetation hasn't survived the last three weeks of warm dry weather and the rain won't revive it. The poppies will be grateful though.
As the storm cleared this morning, TWC spent an hour walking the abandoned cattle ranch with the dogs. I don't share well so I was happy to have the place to myself. OK, there was one shooter a mile or so off down in the creek bottom, which is far enough that the gunshots didn't spook Blackie.
I swear, you could let loose with an M-50 three feet from Bean's head and he wouldn't even look up, but Blackie really hates gunfire and the impulse sound wave that bounces around the hills drives him bonkers. If the sound is close enough, that dog will commence whining and hightail it back to the truck. He don't ask, neither.
The road hooks left and follows the burned out fence line. My truck is parked beyond the ridge to the left.