All of our animals, no matter if you feed them at the time they are used to or you are late, act as though they haven't eaten in months. They neigh, winny, moo, and kick their herd mates to let you know you're surely not moving fast enough according to their schedule! This is every day, twice a day. It's so nice to know that we're appreciated *big sigh*!When we got to where the hay was stored, Gracie decided she was gonna stay in the truck with her "find it" book - the kind with the hidden pictures.
I went to feed the cattle while Jack began the preparations for hauling the hay. This is what I've found for the past several times - this fence is about as tall as I am and when you're trying to hoist a bucket full of feed over it into a trough that is all catty-wompus - it just aint easy! So, then, you start trying to push, pull and grunt it back over to its home (and calling the hubby for help! *another big sigh*) - it's the little things that make a difference to this ranch wife - and that's just not what I wanted to see last night :( However, as you see in the first picture, it got moved back over and they were happy eaters once again!
This is Lexie's cousin, Cloudy. Lexie would cry for days if she knew I said (or even thought) this, but I think she's just the prettiest little calf I've ever seen. We can't keep her because she's Dallas' granddaughter and if they ever bred, it would not be a good thing at all, so for now, I just soak up every minute I can of her...
This is what I got when I returned and found my daughter out of the truck and asked, "Whatcha doin'? Thought you were gonna play in the truck?" She is such a stinker - can't resist the cool night air and barn kitties and fallen hay that she herself can push through the fence to the horses. 
...and of course dancing and singing to her mama and daddy as they work...
Remember in the last post when I told you *we* were going to load hay? Yeah, well, that "we" turned into "he" because he never will let me do a darn thing. I picked up one bale and he started yellin' about how it was too heavy, put it down, yaddi, yaddah...The only time I can exert my oh so strong (yeah, right - I can hear what you're thinkin') muscles (pronounced moose-clays in my family) is when he is nowhere to be found...and that is pretty much never. Such is the life of a queen, I suppose... :)
The bales have to way about 70 lbs. and he just chucks them in the truck like they're tinker toys...such is the life of a king :)
As the Burger King signs are advertising now..."Every family has a stud"...well, this is ONE of ours...his name is Clyde. He has that come hither look...
...until, of course, I give him a "bouffant" hairdo...and then he just gives me the evil eye. He hates, hates, hates the bouffant!
When we arrived at our stables, we found our three babies (Foxy, Monkey & Rodeo) asleep...we woke the poor things up, but they were so thrilled when they found out why we were there.
This is Chief - another of our studs - the gentlest horse ever - can you see it in his eyes? He's looking at the hay saying, "Come to Big Daddy!"
And this is Cash, a cousin to Clyde - and he just steals my heart every time I look at him. I think he is gorgeous!
The chickens and roosters think so, too...they're his bunk mates!
That was our exciting evening - we picked up pizza on our way home as it was too late to cook and watched "ER" and then "Kindergarten Cop" as we fell asleep...I know, I know...you envy us...we're just hoopin' and hollerin' all the time through this life! 
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