The boss asked me what I thought about bringing in some Belted Galloways. I said I had a sudden craving for some Oreo.
Hahahah Oreo!!!
The sun just disappeared behind the Broodmare barn. The frogs and the cicadas just started singing their evening song and the air is dead still at 95. I know that pond looks cool and inviting but the resident water moccasin’s are real territorial. I’ll pass on that swim. It’s an official hot and steamy Friday night in the deep south. Now for that Coors Lite sittin’ on the front seat of the dually and cranking up the CD player with some George Strait.
Can I live there?
Diamond Tail Ranch
Greybull, Wyoming
So sweet!!!