Saturday, January 6, 2024

Git, Git, Git

The fog was thick this morning, everything blanketed in white.

Imagine my surprise to hear a dog barking on the Ranch followed by, "Gitahead, Gitahead, Git, Git, Git, Gitahead".

This was followed by more barking and mooing.

I guess it was round up time for the Mamas and their calves.

Too bad I couldn't see a thing,