I open my personal email this morning. There is a message from my favorite daughter. “Well, I have a bit of a problem and it seems that the father figure is the traditional source to turn to in this situation. Hope you have been helping Duke with his math
I get a subscription to the High Plains Journal at work. Mandy, my secretary, immediately brings it to me on Tuesday mornings when it comes in. She refers to it as my “weekly bible”. I don’t sit at my desk in my east office and read it. I take
The Tulsa premium sale was kind of a wreck due to a lot of different reasons. The goats as a whole brought more on average than the other species, but it could have been better. Tammy and I have consitently donated money, goats and time to help groups raise
I actually got more than 4 hours of sleep last night, which means that I am dragging ass today. The temp was a little brisk this morning. If you aren’t blanketing your wethers by now, you are already behind the proverbial eight ball. Taking care of wethers in
I’m finally finished with Tulsa. Tyke and I went back Saturday afternoon. We each sold a pair of does in the Best of Both Worlds sale. Then, I got up this morning and got Tori’s does ready. She won division one with a Rainman. My schedule is screwed
Made it home from the Tulsa wether show 2012 edition. Had a successful trip although we didn’t have grand or reserve. You won’t hear me whine about not winning if I respect the animal and/or people that beat us. The grand wether was a cool made dude that had
Made it to El Reno on Saturday. Had a chaffeur for the trip. Tyke got a newer set of wheels and he actually drove somewhere outside of Ellis County. We peddled a few goats and then headed to Okarche to Eischen’s. I don’t eat a lot of chicken, but
What to do with the handful of goats that I have at the house? I’ve got several doe kids and I can’t keep them all. I’m going to take 3 or 4 to the Ag Youth sale tomorrow. I’ve got a pair of Goofy wethers that need a home.
I got wet doing chores this morning. Had about a half inch of rain in the gauge. Nice, easy rain that will make this small wheat jump out of the ground and the rest of us that haven’t drilled will have enough moisture to do so. I’ve seen
Fall is finally here. The thermostat may still read above 90 degrees, but officially fall is here. This means that my summer of hell is over. It may also mean that Fred’s summer of fun is over, but he will find another season to have fun. He always does.
