....on both sides of the fence. Hard to believe that it is the end of September and the land looks like April. We are going into the cooler months with KR Blue Stem being four feet high in the pastures. The cows look like butterballs and Sam said, "I believe they're going to make it through the winter." Ranching is no longer a way to make a living but is too expensive to call a hobby. There is something in the blood of ranching families that keeps us optimistic even through the lean times.
The oak trees have produced a bumper crop of acorns. Our house sports a metal roof that extends over the porch. There are three oak trees on the south side of the house and one oak tree on the west side of the house. This year the acorns adorn the oak trees like clusters of grapes. All day and all night the acorns fall like pecans with a THWUMP and roll down the roof. Sometimes the acorn is so big it sounds like gun shot when it hits the metal roof. I swear those acorns are the size of a golf ball.
One never likes to brag about rainfall but we have truly been blessed in the last couple of months. We are experiencing our first cold front of the season and I am resisting the urge to light a fire in the fire place. The smell of autumn is intoxicating and I'm sitting on go to enjoy it during my first year living at the Back Forty.
So if the grass is green on both sides of the fence, why do the goats insist on trying to get to the grass on the opposite side of the fence?
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