Dang Good

Today was kind of a shit show in my world.  But it could always be worse.  At least we woke up to wet ground.  There is now a chance to grow some hay and summer grazing.  Of course, we will need another rain or three.

Yes, Duke is still alive.  No, he was not smarter today.  No, I won’t trade him.  The poor kid is caught in quicksand and he needs to quit struggling.  His mom will agree with that statement.

It is amazing how much the grass greened up from this morning to this evening.  And the wind wasn’t bad.  In fact, we grilled some Usinger brats.  Perfect meal for a dang good evening.  The Dragon Lady and I sat on the picnic table in the front lawn.  There was just enough breeze coming out of the south, that a fellow sitting on the north side of the table could pass gas and the wife, who was sitting on the south side did not catch a whiff.  However, the son that was sitting 10 yards away on the front porch commented that “some feed or hay must have gotten wet.”

Quail pairs surrounded paradise and were calling to each other.  The cows and does all acted a bit better. The litter of kittens in the red barn were stumbling out of the door and trying to crawl back up.  They aren’t tame AND I would like it to stay that way.  I don’t like cats, but I like a cat that I don’t see very often.

No matter a person’s position/place in the goat industry, one is always thinking about one thing….where is the next dang good buck?  I’ve had several dang good ones, but I would always like another dang good one.

I’m going to have to let the tractor sit for a day or two, but then we are going to drill some cover crop seed.  Burning fuel, wearing tires and trying to stay in a good humor.  Farming and goat raising are similar.  Just spending money, getting pissed and hoping that it pays off next year.  Sometimes you look smart, sometimes you feel smart, sometimes you realize that you actually did something right and then sometimes Mother Nature makes everything a little bit better.  Did I mention the quail?

I think that I will end this deal on a different note.  In the words of my dad, “That Shiner Bock is a good beer.”  I’ll have one and hopefully sleep for a bit.

GOD speed, good luck, have a good one and a better tomorrow and then:

Here’s to cheating, stealing, fighting, and drinking.

If you cheat, may you cheat death.
If you steal, may you steal a woman’s heart.
If you fight, may you fight for a brother.
And if you drink, may you drink with me.

Those Irish are good for cool quotes and toasts.  Cheers!

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