Holy Cow, Big Bulls… and who ARE you people?
Hello … I’m back. Did you even know I was gone? See… schedule a couple of posts, use a very dodgy broadband connection at a motel for about 10 minutes each night and no-one is the wiser. How I love…
Sale tips and goodbyes…
I was away for a bit last week… you might not have noticed, thanks to the wonders of blog-scheduling. But you will have to trust me on this: I was away from Granite Glen for about 36 very hectic hours.…
Spring stars
Have you recovered from my last post yet. Sorry ’bout that. Keeping it a bit more, stomach-friendly today… seeing as how the seasons are a’changing here at Granite Glen. … Spring is … well, springing. The very first buds are…
Big Bulls, little men and offerings…
It’s bull sale season ’round here. And that means things get a little frantic for those in the stud cattle industry… lots of information gathering, marketing, careful selection and preparation of stud animals for the sale ring. Lots of vet…
More Bull! With Manners Please…
I was going to do a Wordless Wednesday pic series. Then I realised that I don’t do wordless very well. And it’s not Wednesday. So I didn’t. … You all got me thinking, with your reaction last post to this…
Work not play, the BB way
I’m a little concerned that you guys think all I do is take photos of sunsets and my kids frolicking. That I live an empty life, awaiting the right light to hit a tree trunk or imbue a skylight with…
Technology beats the dust: I dream of Jeanie
Some of you may have been wondering where the illustrious/notorious Jeanie has been over the past couple of days… well, folks, I have solved the mystery! She has not been kidnapped and held for ransom… she is, in fact, here.…
Lavendar, bulls, bullsh** and butts
You know how I told you recently about my garden, and the sad lack of attention it gets? Well apparently, not everyone is as disinterested as me… As the rain came down yesterday morning, TLW yelled that we had “BULLS…
One Little Woman. Lots of Little Bulls.
It’s weaner handling time here at the Granite Glen house. I would call it a homestead, but that would make it all sounds a bit …grand. So instead of something grand, you need to clear you mind of anything remotely…
Drizabones and freedom
I mentioned in a recent post that the weather had turned for us here at Granite Glen… that crackling grass and thirsty ground had been blessed with some manna from heaven. … The rain has been wonderful – soft, light…