Morning in Paradise...
We (Miki, Race, and I) took our usual morning walk, finishing just before the sun hit the valley floor. The Wellsville Mountains to our west were lit up brightly, though. It was a beautiful walk through the crisp morning air. Nothing exciting happened, though I did have one little surprise. I was walking back down toward home, dogs straining at their leashes in front of me as usual. I heard a little rustle behind me, but didn't think anything of it. The dogs took no notice, so I figured it couldn't be anything animal; it must be the breeze rustling the barley. Then I heard it again, and yet again – so I turned my head around to look, and there was a great big old house cat, padding along unconcernedly behind me! When I stopped, he marched right up to me, twined around my legs, and treated the dogs like long-lost buddies – and they returned the treatment. I'm pretty sure the dogs have never seen this cat before (and vice versa), so why the friendly greeting? I've no idea.
Shortly after I got back, our neighbor Tim D. came walking over to move his hand lines. I gave him a hand with that, and with setting up three more hand lines on our field (where he's running alfalfa). He, his two dogs (Lexy and Louie), and I had a nice time together while we got that all going.
Now it's time for me to do my shoulder exercises. Here comes the burn!
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