Of Storytelling

A song for my old man. It's a dang good tune. I heard it on the radio today on the way home from town and it made me think of him and I thought it'd be something he'd enjoy! So there ya go pops! Don't say I never gave ya nothin!


Gordon's always telling me stories. Cowboy Poetry, he calls it. He likes to read a lot of them, memorize them and then recite them. We'll be out working and I'll say something that triggers one and off he goes! They're great and have me rollin all day long. He writes them too and he likes to tell me those as well. He's really good at them and I told him he needs to write his own book of Cowboy Poetry! I'll see if I can get him to recite one on video one of these days...

Speaking of cowboys, I felt like a real live one this afternoon. It was the end of the work day and Gordon and I decided we'd go down and check on the horses. Among the horses there is a mule by the name of Chloe. I've been looking for a steed to ride around the farm so I thought, "Well as long as I hold my legs up so my feet don't drag on the ground, I think this little mule will be perfect." She only stands a little taller than waist high so I had Gordon hold her head and I hopped up on her back. No saddle, bridle or reins. Not nothin.

"Hey Gordy. Whatd'ya think'll happen if you let go of her head?"
"You're about to find out, my boy!"

So he let go...and off she took right down the fence line. And I'm bumpin and bouncin all over the place and holding on to what little mane she has on her and she finally got to the end of the pasture and stopped.

"That's a good girl, Chloe. Nice and easy. Let's turn around now."

So she turned..and off she went! This time much faster and she broke into a gallop and started buckin all over the place...and off I went! Threw me off sideways into the pasture and I hit the ground rollin!

By the time I got to my feet, Gordon was doubled over. I don't think the man had laughed so hard in all his days. It brought tears to his eyes.

So that was my afternoon of excitement here on the farm. I'll break that Chloe, don't you worry. And I'll be ridin around Canada on my mule. In to town to get my groceries. Stop by the coffee shop, sprinkle some oats on the sidewalk to keep her from runnin off. Get all dressed up and ride over to church on Sunday. Tie her to the welcome sign! It'll be great!

As for this evenin, I think i'll do a little light bedtime reading up here in my cabin.

We'll be slaughtering one of the bulls within the month, so i'm brushing up on my skills and techniques. On-the-farm processing is the best. Keeps the animal stress free and produces the best meat, especially since all our beef is 100% grass fed. No grain, no corn, no additives. 

From good soil nutrients to T-bone supper, right here in our backyard.

X Jeremiah