Happy, Happy Birthday Baby!

Cari came to the ranch to celebrate her birthday which was Monday.  Of course we had a jam-packed weekend!  She got her Friday night and we talked fast and furious for a short time and went to bed.  We got up Saturday and found out the graduation party (high school for a relative of Bill's) had been moved to a more accessible spot (on the highway).  That was relief but it would have been fun to take Cari down in the breaks along the Musselshell River. We hurried to Jordan and bought some plants and then came home and got ready for the party.


Cari spotted the goldfinches in our little cottonwood.  There were at least 10 if not more, but when I moved closer to the window, only one "brave bird" stayed.  I hope this shows up.

Early Sunday Cowboy wanted to give the horses their flu-vac and west nile shots and worm them, so Cari went to help.  She told me we have too many coats, but we can outfit most anyone that comes.  She borrowed, hat, coat, jeans, socks and boots...  So there you go...

Cari and Dunny

Say ahhhh!

Cash Man...

Art is the old soldier of the horses.  He is 25 years old and is such a pretty chestnut when he sheds off in the spring.  The light spots are hair that hasn't come off yet.  Art is getting is a hooficure.  He will be racing around the pasture still the Boss.
One more cowboy rule:  Stand on the side with the cowboy so the horse has a place to go if he decides to jump, move, or paw.

Opening gifts and cards.  This is the year the "kids" aren't getting birthday presents, so I am having to think of unbirthday gifts I can give to them. 

Bonnie and Cari sharing a goodbye.

Granddad and one of his girls...

Don't you just love the look of that grass in the pot.  I ran my fingers through it.  It is so soft...


Cowboy got up at 3:00 a.m. Sunday morning and moved all plants and hanging plants in the garage because it had frosted.  He is a keeper, I am telling you.  I would have helped him...  Anyway, this is one of the pots that Cari bought to take home.  I told her that Bill would think that it might be mine and he would say, "Is that your grass?"  The next morning, sure enough:  "Is that your pot with the grass?"  No, I assured him, it was Cari's.  He is afraid the seeds will blow over into the hay fields.  He wants to know what kind of "weed" that is--or maybe a new form "quack grass"...

The time flew by and then it was time to hug, kiss, and say goodbye... Happy Birthday Cari!