A Few Words about the Past Week

It seems I haven't been here in over a week. Time flies. And I still haven't been out and about with the camera.

On Wednesday, Mike and I were just getting into the pickup to go into town when we heard some strange bird noises. We scanned the trees and saw nothing, and soon Mike saw the source of the calls. Nearly overhead, and many hundreds of feet up, were a group of about fifty sandhill cranes, calling out and spiralling up and up and up on the air currents. As they called, more birds joined the group. We watched them until they were just tiny specks and we could no longer hear them...it was a wonderous thing!

Jackie came up for a couple of days, we got rained out Thursday, and on Friday it snowed. Last snow of the season was June 1. First snow of the season was September 15. Welcome to Lone Butte! Snow was all gone by noon.

Today was clear and glorious...a perfect fall day. The burning restrictions have been lifted, and I promptly reduced one burn pile to ashes. We had to go to 70 Mile for hay today, and will go back for more tomorrow morning.

Rupert has somehow injured his left front leg. He was lying down when we arrived home from 70 Mile, and not willing to get up. Eventually he did, and is favoring his leg quite a bit. He doesn't seem to be in distress, and his appetite is as good as ever, but if he's not improving by Monday, we'll call the vet for a farm visit.