We had a double birthday party on Saturday evening. Peter, 13, and Joshua, 11. Peter’s our first teenager. We had a blast. I’ll do my best here to give you a feel for it.
But first I want to tell you about a recent visitor.Â A few days ago I was leaving the property just after dark. I saw a calf walking down our road, solo. That’s unusual. Cattle here are wealth, and are not casually misplaced. Much of the violence up north centers around cattle raids where tens of people are killed. In any case, when I came to the property the next day, Mr. (or Miss, I don’t know) Small Cow was happily grazing away by the workshop on our property. He/she is still there. We’ve contacted all the local cattle owners around here and seems no one is missing a smallie. It’s a little like finding a compact car parked in your driveway. In any case, we’ll have the vet out today and take good care of our new friend for as long as this strange relationship lasts.
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Now to the party business at hand
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I know I get to get crawled on and hugged on by our kids in person. And I also know that I’m a stand-in, for you, for all of you, who are with us here, wherever you are. And remember, we’re saving your seat on the stoop for when you drop in… just like the small cow.
So long wranglers,