Daily observations of my simple life.

Sunshine and Cowboys:

It was a clear, crisp beautiful morning. Clouds floated over the beautiful Hualapai Mountains. Apricot clouds reflected in the puddles of water. Frank and I walked on over to feed Cheriki so he could see how the garage door barns were built. Cheriki was happy to get her morning carrots and oats and hay, greeting me . We had walked because my pickup had developed a noise I didn't like. Sounded like a blown engine but didn't make the noise when the engine was turning but the truck wasn't rolling.

I asked Gene to come over and take a look at my pickup and he did later in the morning. He said he thought it was the lifters in the engine were a bit rusty and on cold mornings stuck. His recommendation was to put in some (transmission fluid ?) in the oil, drive it a bit and then change the oil. Frank understood and so we followed the recommendation.

After breakfast, a late one, I went out and cleaned Sages pen. It was getting messy with the rain. I just got in the house and was in the shower when the phone rang, wouldn't you know. I had to let it go but when I got out of the shower there was my neighbor at the door and said BLM was on their way out to check the horses and burro's. Just had time to dress and get over to my neighbors to meet the tall cowboy. He was pleased with the conditions and then came over to check out Sage. I was pretty happy I had just cleaned Sages pen. We passed the inspection. Yea! Sage was really upset about the  cowboy. I think she remembered being loaded and moved by cowboys and the hat and dark glasses made her hide behind the shelter. Cowboy asked if she was tame at all and I said , "Oh yes, I can scratch her under her chin." Cowboy said he could move Cheriki for me when I'm ready to move her home, he can also trim their feet. One problem solved. I hope in about two weeks I'll be able to move Cheriki home to her new corral and barn. I'll have their feet done then. Once Cowboy left in his big truck, Sage came out with a relieved look on her face. I guess she thought cowboy was going to take her away.

One sad note, my daughter told me that little wolfy, the weak puppy didn't make it. The other one that had nursed on the dachound was doing great and getting fat.

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