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.