Good morning, practicing my sovereignty hauling water. Loading up at the chapter this crispy morning. Livestock are all accounted for accept for one cow on the 1892 side of the fence. Feds built a fence and gave the Hopi tribe the land where all my ancestors are buried . The least they can do is maintain the freakin fence...being visited by two yellow breathed finches.. Summer is headed this way without any moisture.. Gonna be a water hauling nightmare.. But, been doing that since nineteen hundred and eighty. Some years I feed the year round... Other years I had all my cattle stolen. But, no matter what I pull myself up by my boot straps. Feels good to still be doing what Ive been doing my whole life.. Ranching this same piece of dirt... This year I am going to put some corn in the ground too. Enjoy the day, cheii
Posted on: Tue, 29 Apr 2014 13:45:46 +0000