It was 6:15. I opened my eyes and realized it was getting light outside and that I had overslept.
I rushed to get dressed because I knew the herd would be on the edge of an insurrection.
But when I got out to the barn, everyone was as calm as could be and Alan was doing his yoga.
My ranch hands had the morning routine well underway.
Hank: They're taking a little too long.
Alan: You're spilling.
Wynonna: Who's got my cookie this time? Are you going to make me guess again?
The animals aren't as appreciative of the new help as they should be...
...but I am!
I'm leaving on a jet plane this afternoon, but the ranchsitters say they'll email me pictures
so I can try to keep the blog going while I'm gone.