With a swirl of the wrist and a snap of the fingers,
the dice flung out from a two step crow hop hollerin for a 7.
Lil joe was the point.
The day started about 0600, which was an hour extra than normal, but whats normal?
That'll give an extra hour to add to the other two to give the temp to catch up with the sun. Its hard on a tractor battery with these cold Saturday mornings but bout an hour hooked to that extension cord oughta help a little. When the block is warm to the touch, i go ahead and try her out. She moans a little bit but comes to life. I let her warm up a few minutes while we load sacks of feed for our trip to Toccopola.
Lately we haven't been leaving out til about 9 ish, but they callin for rain this Saturday.
Maybe they'll be wrong as usual, or at least late on their promise. I take the tractor up the hill and scoop a couple of bales of hay out of the barn and take off down the road with Jimmy trailing behind in the pickup truck at a blazing 12 mph.
We get to the gap at Toccopola about 30 minutes later to see all the cows crowding the gap waiting on us since we were a tad late due to it being so dang cold and taking a little longer than normal to get stuff together. They know the schedule. I jump off the tractor and open the gap then run at the cows flailing my arms in the air trying to shoo them back away from the gap long enough for me to get through and keep them from running out into the road. Jimmy sits in the truck behind me laughing cause he's just glad he ain't gotta do it anymore. I go drop the two bales in the pasture and put the rings around them while arguing with the swayback charolais bull that likes to try to knock the hay bales off the rear fork. Meanwhile Jimmy is back up at the corral putting some salt meal out for the calves on the ground in leftover lids from mineral tubs. We patch on a few bad spots on the fenceline then start easing our way back to the house. Five miles back doesn't seem far unless you are doing 13 mph (mostly downhill on the way back). We get back, get everything put up, it's lunch time, we call it a morning. I'd say we hit lil joe for the day.
