A New Calf and Au Revoir for A while

The young black cow with the crooked horns has produced her first calf, a little black cutie. The cow has been acting kind of standoffish and odd for weeks, and now we know why. The sweet-faced young bull has been busy, and now we have three calves in the fields around the corner. They are Highland Scottish cattle, large, lethargic (usually) and self-sufficient. We feed them our fruit and vegetable scraps and the odd old muffin, and they eat with relish.

This morning the older calves were gamboling, as in kicking up their heels and racing around the pasture, enjoying the fun of being calves together. Their antics gladden the heart.

So I am off to Reno and points north, i.e. Gerlach and the Black Rock Desert for a week of total chilling. Clue. There won't even be a hair dryer. My host says to bring plenty of conditioner. Since I'm checking luggage, no problem.

If I have access to a computer, I'll post a couple of times, letting you know how the denizens of the desert are coping after the man burned. Post-burn decompression.

Have Ipod and ancient hiking boots, will travel. S.O. will sit the cats, the birds and the house.

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