This little fellow found a way to be on the wrong side of the fence. I saw him browsing the grass beside the road when I was making my hasty retreat from the horsefly saturated Roundrock a week ago.
I thought briefly about trying to get this little guy inside the gate with the rest of the herd, but I don’t have any experience with cattle, and I’d probably have let more loose than get one back in.
The gate was snugly fastened there, and I couldn’t see any breaks in the fence, so I suspect the young bull got out somewhere else and just kept with the herd as it made the rounds of the pasture. (This makes me think of the Queen of All Blogs, who has had some trouble with wandering cattle in the past.)
It’s not often that you can be part of something big at the very start. But here’s a chance.
September 2 of this year will be the very first International Rock-Flipping Day. On or around that day, bloggers everywhere will flip over rocks and photograph, sketch, or otherwise describe what they find underneath. Actually, I’m not clear whether you’re supposed to flip the rocks on the 2nd or have already done so before then so you can make your post on the 2nd. Either way, the mastermind behind this brilliant cultural meme is Dave Bonta, so you know it will thrive and grow through the decades to come.
I was talking with the hunting friend of mine at the office the other day and he remarked on how terrible the horseflies seem to be this year. I had thought that maybe I had simply gone to the woods on their peak day, but so far the whole of August seems to be their peak.
I thought, though, that if I returned I would bring a badminton racquet with me. I could do a lot more effective swatting with that, increasing my range and lethality. I had heard a story once of some men ridding their dormitory of bats by swatting them out of the air with tennis racquets. Not very good for the bats, but nor would it be for the horseflies, and that’s the whole idea.
One year ago today I was writing aimlessly, much like today. Two years ago I was writing about I didn’t know what, much like today.
There are still a few days left to make your contribution to the next Festival of the Trees. Maureen of Raven’s Nest is host for this edition. Send her your suggested links to posts about trees at maureenshaughnessy (at) gmail (dot) com.
If you’re interested in hosting an upcoming Festival, let me or Dave know. With more than a year of examples now, you can see how easily it can be done. Or you can strike off on your own path of exploration and experimentation. You can increase traffic at your site, call attention to blogging that you like, make new virtual friends, and strike a blow for the greeness of our world. Please consider it.
It will be another week at the soonest before poor Pablo can make a trip to the woods. If the weather forecast looks favorable, though, perhaps I can persuade my lovely bride to camp on Sunday night (Monday being that holiday, you see). Plus I have that new camera that needs a thorough workout. Be assured that if I do go (and don’t immediately flee from the horseflies), I’ll tell you all about it here!
WordPress was having fits yesterday saying their servers were down and how it was all Matt’s fault and such. So if you tried to visit here yesterday and couldn’t get through, maybe that’s why. If you didn’t try to visit here yesterday, then never mind.
- Watch for unusual birds; most common in late summer or early fall.