Roots and Ruts

I spent the weekend on and around the ranch, and it was minimally eventful. Cara, Lindsay, and I went out and hunted Chanterelle mushrooms without success. Later on they were the first guests on my hillbilly golf course. Shagging balls out of the cedars, Cara found a King Bolete, aka Porcini, aka Boletus edulus. They went home to key it and eat it.

The weather here is eerily nice. Bernie the ram reopened the gash on his head while scratching it on his wire mesh enclosure, so we figured what the hell, just let him out and he can get on with his work of sniffing ewes. The bull Ulysses is bellowing tonight because a cow is in heat across the electric fence. So the animals are in sexual frenzy and yours truly is working out his energy by splitting wood for the fire.