By the time I reached the farthest northern reach of the pasture, the sun was up but the sky was clouding up and it looked as if the day might bring us some rain. I didn't see any cattle at all in the Twin Buttes pasture but that is not to say they weren't there though! They could have been deep down in the draws.
The morning remained cloudy and cool. I spent the rest of it hauling bales from one of our hayfields about ten miles north our house. My father in-law was also helping with the job.When he was on the field at the same time I was, he loaded my trailer for me. When our trips didn't coincide, I loaded my own trailer. We decided 18 bales was enough for each load on my trailer.
At one point during the morning, we had a flat tire on the tractor we were using to load with. This required us to make a 20 mile round trip home to get another tire and put it on. I am sure glad it was a nice cool fall day instead of a hot summer day like we had when we baled the hay we were hauling! It took my father-in-law and I both, to get the darn flat off and then get the new tire on. Thank goodness for a good battery powered impact wrench! We got the job done without any poetry being quoted by either of us (quoting poetry is my father-in-law's term for swearing.)
Later that afternoon we finally got a chance to go horseback out to Twin Buttes. My husband, Doug brought two of our younger horses to ride. He started out riding Kalin and leading Badger.