The flu has been making its way through the ranks,
making it difficult to muster enthusiasm from certain individuals.
Kathryn's influence over the past ten days means we now have three young girls all keen to pursue a career in Veterinary Science.
A dream of Jessie's since four years of age,
Sarah, more recently so inclined.
The boy's keen on a building future,
this week at least. Last week it was a private detective in the vein of Sherlock Holmes, the week before, an Indiana Jones type archaeologist. I say, keeping your options open at ten years of age is sage advice.
The yards at Chabo showing no cattle have worked through them since the rain.
We remedied that, drafting bulls and trucking several home to meet with heifers in which we implanted embryos last weekend. Those that won't accept the embryo transfer pregnancy will hopefully, in the small window of breeding season we have left, become pregnant to the bulls, providing us with end of year calves.
Kids busied themselves
I enjoyed photographing some greenery,
the resulting general agreement,