Danni. Stay away from her ears.
Ominous event #1: Last night at church, Danni felt a big lump on the side of her arm. “Oh, my goodness,” you’re probably thinking, “that has to be an arm tumor.” No, it was just a sock wadded up in her sleeve she had been wearing around all day without noticing.
Ominous event #2: This morning while getting ready to feed her critters, she put on her boots and they felt funny. She stepped around trying to get them straightened out only to look down and realize her boots were on the wrong feet. Or, possibly her feet were on the wrong legs.
Even more ominous: Danni is working on two books at once and her brains are threatening to come blowing out her ears with a very small splat.
Do these events have anything to do with the deteriorating quality of life at the home place? Or Danni being slap out of blog post ideas today? We here at the Ranch Pen don’t know, but we aren’t bothered since we have already forgotten what we were talking about.
Ah. Here we go. Pictures from our trip to the Oklahoma Horse Fair and Chisholm Trail Ranch Rodeo a couple of weekends ago.
The working ranch teams. Most of the guys were from Oklahoma and Texas. No lady competitors this year.
The littlest cowboy with his dad.
At the horse sale on Saturday, this little cowgirl–complete with fancy chaps–was selling her pony to graduate to a bigger mount. She was sweet as sugar pie and so was the pony.
These next two pictures I took just for my friend Anna at The Silent Isle who lives in Amish country, but probably hasn’t seen Amish cowboys.
This fella was trying to get his mule to kneel, but mule-like, she (I think it was a ginny mule) refused. Later to show how calm she was, he stood on her back whirling around his bull whip and snapping it.
Currently unmounted, I’m always searching for the perfect granny horse that won’t engage in violent behavior. That little buckskin gelding with the boy standing on its back was a dream come almost true. Gramps bid quite a way out of our price range before I made him stop.
I wish I hadn’t made Gramps stop bidding. I’ll always be sad we didn’t bring that little feller home. (The kid would’ve been handy, too. Boys that age are useful out on the home place.)
The neice TL, grandsons Roper and Git’R’Done, and the niece JA
After the horse sale, we toured the Chisholm Trail Heritage Center which is a super cool, interactive place to take kids.
Roper, Git’R’Done, and Blondie
Finally, at the Chinese food place. The grandkids told the waitress the food stunk, or stinked, or stank, whatever. Gramps and I laughed heartily. When their dads–our sons–said such things, we promptly hustled them out to the correctional facility, but now we just think everything the grandkids say is hilarious.
So ended a great time at the ranch rodeo–and an end to another addled blog post from the Ranch Pen. Have a good weekend and thanks so much for reading.
Until next time, God bless all y’all and enjoy the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band’s Will the Circle be Unbroken.[youtube.com/watch?v=T6UDEkqCPE4&noredirect=1]
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