On our way out to the ranch this morning, it was apparent that everyone in the county was dealing with the same thing…
It’s that time of year when farmers and ranchers burn off the dead forage, making way for the new growth. Everyone except us. We’ve been so busy, that setting the gangly blue stem ablaze just isn’t a priority this year. But since the neighbor’s flames were approaching against the light southern breeze, we decided to keep an eye on it.
The best view just so happened to be next to this old buffalo wallow. This, the old timers have told me, is the spot where the buffalo used to roll around.
Fortunately, there is a gravel road partitioning our parcel from the neighbor’s.
Distracted by the aroma of my favorite spring flower, I headed down by the creek to collect a bouquet.
That’s when I caught sight of something scurrying through the fallen leaves, just under my sneakers. I was about to retreat into the creek, but stopped short as the creature beat me to it, swiftly slipping into the waterway.
Guess what it was.
Having three close encounters in the past couple of weeks must be giving me a thick skin. I didn’t even break out in hives while taking pictures of the little frightened, limbless carnivore. Nevertheless, I wasted no time making my way out of the woods.
The crackling nearby was really starting to pick up as the brush heated through.
Then something funny happened.
The fire jumped. Not onto the field… but onto another limb!
At least when the sun goes completely down, the cows will have a nice candle light dinner.