Didn't take Ruthie and the boys long to get back in the routine. Yesterday morning when everyone came in, I looked out and here came John looking like the Pied Piper, with Ruthie and the boys right in his hip pocket. I wish I had the camera, but of course as usual when a Kodak moment occurs I wasn't prepared.
So this morning, I had the camera with me when I went out. Of course they were over in Burroland rather than dogging John's heels. They had been ignoring John, but when I came out they thought I might have a goodie, so here they came.
The cold nights are slowing the flies down, but they certainly aren't gone. John has been taking the fly masks off at night now and that's working out OK. The mornings are cold enough the flies don't get moving very early.
We will be taking Reba the red mule into Benson today to get her teeth checked. She is about 31 years old and lately has been a little reluctant to take horse treats. They are hard as concrete, but before she thought they were great. So we'll take her to Dr. Debra to have a look. Hope she doesn't have to have any teeth pulled, that's almost as traumatic as gelding for me. And I'm sure they don't enjoy it either.