The wind!!  Oh my!   BRUTAL!!!   Straight out of the south.  I’ve seen it blow harder but it has blown consistent today.  Miserable.

I got home from church this morning and had myself a To Do list.  I didn’t get it all done, but with my favorite son helping I got the main deals done.  We started in the yearling buck pens and started trimming hooves and giving Ivomec.  Wind blown!  HARD hooves and it wasn’t fun.  We also set them up.  There is a couple that really turn my crank.  I don’t know if he is the best one, but I like getting my hands on a doubled up Rumour deal.

Then we headed inside the kidding barn and trimmed hooves on does.  Oh my!   Then we went across the road and tackled the mature buck pen.  We need a rain.  These hooves were so, so hard.  My wrists and hands are already sore.  I kept a sharpener with me so that those red handled, German steeled nippers would cut through this hardness.  Diamonds are supposed to be hard and a diamond in a  goat’s ass is supposedly hard to find….I tell you what, I couldn’t give 2 squirts of owl $h!t about a diamond this afternoon.  I just wanted nasty hooves trimmed.  DONE!

Duke helped trim hooves as well.  I can see that a year from now, he will be really good help.  And then he will graduate and move out.

When we got done with the hooves, Duke caught bulls in two different pastures.  We loaded them up and moved them back to Shattuck at one of Dad’s places.  On the drive there, Duke allowed that he could feel sand under his eyelids.  I completely understood his problem.

Through all of these discomforts—hard hooves, goats, DOES, WIND, etc.—I cussed some.  A lot.  I even made some threats about involving a baseball bat to an old doe that was hell-bent on destroying some panels in the kidding barn.  (That female dog and her triplets are now in a corner pen NOT next to another doe.)  Even with the easy access to guns at our place, not once did I think about shooting a goat or going all postal and shooting up a bunch of people.

These public shootings scare me.  My GOD!  They scare me because I fear that these people aren’t right in the head. (I like the part in Braveheart with the Irishman—“He wasn’t right.. in the head.”)  I am scared that some may know that these people are on the edge and use this info to help push them over the edge in order to push a political agenda.  I pray for those afflicted and I pray that I am wrong.  I am not some conspiracy theory freak but I am a realist and understand that stranger things have happened.  But…My GOD!  History has been known to repeat itself.

The current political climate is scary.  Why can’t I simply be a registered republican that believes in the 2nd amendment, believes that everybody should have a job and that charity will be taken care of when needed not signed up for?  And I also don’t believe a wall will fix much.  Whether you are a fan of this president, the previous one or whomever, why can’t we all just agree that none are perfect and together we can be.  Why do we have to draw lines in the sand on EVERY topic?  Why does our media have to hide behind the 1st amendment at all times?  What happened to common sense?

I don’t care what religion, race or sex anybody is.  Let me believe what I believe and I will leave you alone.  I have recently been asked if “I would be willing to shoot my best friend in the leg for $10 million”.  My first thought was that “so and so” can limp.  My next thought, is actually, I don’t want to shoot the Dragon Lady in the leg.  However, would I let her shoot me in the leg for $10 million?   Ooh.  Only if my mom and the current life insurance policy holders were there to make sure that the laser sights are on target.

I have also been asked would I have my family do the kardashian thing for kardashian money?  HELL NO!   I want Kela and Duke to be the best ever Kela Kelln & Duke Kelln.  That’s all and that’s it.

On any given day, I deal with over 100 kids.  These school shootings take their toll on these kids.  Kids talk.  It is interesting to listen to them and hear their thoughts.  However, it is scary when somebody says that won’t happen here, but if it did….it would be so and so.  My GOD!  If that doesn’t give you pause.

And on a WAY lesser note, it is the time of year to worry about fungus on goats.   Time to start feeding some STOP!

Have a good one and a way better tomorrow.

p.s   The Dragon Lady and I watched Joe Dirt perform on Friday night.  It was actually Joe Durt (complete with the oomlots above the U).  80s rock band that had a lot of desire but lacked some chops.  It was fun.