The bull is back for his annual duty, for the third year. Cliff went to his brother's yesterday to pick him up. He said the old boy jumped right into the trailer. He probably realizes he gets a whole new harem at the end of every ride. The above picture leaves something to be desired, I know. But I had the choice of getting in the shade closer to him (closer is not good, in my book) or driving him out into the sunlight, if I wanted a decent picture (I'm not driving him anywhere). I just don't mess around with bulls! So you have his silhouette. I'm sure I'll get the opportunity to snap a better picture of him during the coming month that he'll spend here.
I've gotten used to my daughter's girls being here, and they started school today. My goodness, it's quiet! They'll get off the bus here this afternoon and, I'm sure, break the silence.
Mandy and I spent last night in the cabin, and had a wonderful, earth-shaking, window-rattling thunderstorm. It was quite an experience, lying there feeling almost outside, and yet sheltered from the light-show outside my windows. Mandy did not enjoy it as much as I did. She hates thunder. I didn't see any signs of more mice, so perhaps that solitary dog-food-fattened mouse I blogged about before was the only one back there. The mouse poison I tossed around in the corners hadn't been touched (don't worry, I won't let Mandy get into it).
If the weather-guessers know anything about it, we're going to have two days of heat and humidity, then back to nice comfortable temperatures. I do hope that's right. I was really enjoying temperatures in the seventies!