This could be the first spring in the eight-year history of this blog that I do not write a whiny post
about locoweed. All the grass that grew from all the rain that fell last summer seems to have
choked out the growth of the evil plant...for now anyway. I scour the pasture each evening
in search of my nemesis but have yet to find any. I know I shouldn't be saying that out loud.
I am finding many more burrows than usual, which I assume means there are
many more animals out and about. I steer clear of the holy land when I'm walking,
as do the equines, for we know what evil lurks there.
At first glance, I thought I'd come upon another rattlesnake, but it was just coyote poop.
The coyote left a gift for the rabbit living in this hole. How sweet.
I'm finally seeing some positive results from my multi-year battle against the cholla cactus.
There are few new cholla sprouts to pull, so my current campaign is focused on kicking down
the dead stuff. It gives me something to do while I wait for the locoweed to show up.