I have a new BFF today.
He’s my good pal.
He’s a little furry.
And maybe a little smelly.
But I don’t mind at all. Especially today, when he doesn’t see his shadow.
I’m ready for an early spring.
Here’s some pictures of our world.
Yesterday it was 5° at 5:30 p.m. with 30 mph winds. After you do all that meteorological mumbo jumbo that comes out to equal -15 below zero wind chill.
Notice all the wind breaks out here on the high plains.
Coming down the road, you can see that the cows are thirsty. Instead of getting down into the breaks out of the brutal wind, they are huddled around the drinking tub.
But this is a first.
My husband J-Dub has seen many cows, and many drinking tubs, but has never seen a cow standing on top of a drinking tank before. Frozen solid.
It’s a wonder she didn’t fall through. She weighs approximately 750 pounds.
When I stood on it to cross over into the other pasture to chase a rolling black Stetson, it began to crack under my weight.
Which means I out-weigh a cow.
Probably by 100 pounds.
Not a happy thought.
It’s a real wonder I didn’t fall through. I carefully held onto the post and tiptoed on the edge.
J-Dub had to break the ice for them to get a drink. If you wonder how he does that, it’s probably how you imagine.
With his brute strength!
It’s tough being a cow.
And tougher being a cowboy.
Today my sweet husband had to break ice on 18 different drinking tubs across the panhandle of Texas.
Did you enjoy your hamburger today?
Be sure and thank a cowboy.