christmas morning at purgatory

time to start cooking the goose.
the calf and the camry have become best friends, it seems.
o.c.

my paratrooper son

this is charlie home for christmas.

merry christmas!

this is my daughter kelly, born january 21, 1980.
o.c.

ok! it wasn't THAT funny

i'm taking down the "guns" post because it drew a hostile response from a good friend.
how about some nice cow pics instead?
o.c.

my son john

my son john was born december 14 1982. that was a day, i can tell you. happy birthday, john!
dad

my life is complete

this is a Thompson model of 1927 A1, sometimes called a tommygun. now i need a donkey, some bedsheets and brown shoe polish and i'm off to smoke Osama and claim my reward.

what a klutz!

as the days wind down to the Christchild's birthday, lawyers and other lowlife begin to shed their veneer and show their true colors. so it was that one corpulent member of the tribe asked to see my version of holistic ranching, tying together water and soil conservation, crop rotation and the planting of legumes (ok, peas) and other nitrogen-fixing plants, the maintenance of low cover to encourage upland game birds (turkeys and quail) and migratory game birds (doves, ducks and geese) and proper timber management. why, i don't know. he must want something. anyway, as he exited his $48,000 gashog 4 wheel drive vehicle (its first ever mile driven on dirt) and i got out of my offroad camry, he stepped in a new soft pile of cow droppings. he looked down and began to sob uncontrollably. i said, "George, what's wrong?" he regained his composure and said, "oh, thank heavens. i thought i was melting."
that's how things are at purgatory ranch.... at least he isn't invited for christmas dinner.
o.c.

it's that time

time to take a deep breath and thank God for all we have.
o.c.

don't you wish

don't you wish your kids could double their weight after 26 days and leave home within a year?
or that if they were too much trouble you could take them to market and sell them? :-)
o.c.

home sweet 'bago

it's the time to gather cows. nothing better than a comfortable place to camp.
the peanut gallery has complained loudly about the snake. i will post some warm and fuzzy stuff soon. maybe today. yeah.
o.c.

the calf sees the light

baby Thunder stops running and kicking up her heels long enough to taste hay.
this 5 foot diamondback was killed by others. unless the snake is a threat to you or yours, you should leave it alone. and remember, most snake bites occur after someone has seen the snake and gotten away from it. and gone back to show it to someone else or play with it.
o.c.