Cattle Drive

I got up this morning and noticed this large yellow ball in the sky.

While shielding my eyes from the brilliance, I Wikipedia'd it and found out that it is called The Sun.

I like it.

I went for a hike at 9:30 and the sun was already obscured from the sky by clouds. No rain yet though. I did take an umbrella.

It was a gorgeous morning for a hike...cool, calm and luminescent green everywhere.

(Just a note about the green here: when you get 20 to 40 inches of rain each month for several months, things grow at a pace that is unimaginable and the green sparkles and comes in layers that seems to glow softly, kind of like a dim light emanation in the jungle that baths everthing.)

I walked about an hour out into the farm land and back, working up a good sweat.

As I was coming up our 600 meter long farm track to the house, my forward progress was impeded by a cattle drive.

Two wranglers and a dozen cattle and calfs were blocking the entire width of the track and impeding my forward progress.

I didn't mind because this road is steep and best hiked at a slow pace.

I watched and listened to the wrangler as he prodded the cattle on. He used a low, guttural voice, with words slurred together and grunts along with a lasso to swat their butts and, from time to time, he roped an errant calf with uncanny accuracy.

Needless to say, the neighborhood dogs were going nuts!

I think they secretly love the activity even though they look mad as hell.

This is a day of NO planned or scheduled activities. Whoopee!!!

I think I will watch the World Championship for women's soccer this afternoon. Or maybe I will bag that for a nap. Or maybe I will....

Who know?