The end of October is upon us, and I cannot figure out how time manages to fly so quickly.

The days are getting shorter, snow is now on the distant peaks of the Rocky Mountains, and the leaves are off the trees.

I don’t know about you, but when I was younger nothing seemed to happen quickly enough. I couldn’t wait until I was old enough to drive, head off to college, live in my own apartment and so on.

Now I wish things would slow down just a bit.

Boo continues in her quest to dig to China, or maybe she is just working on a moat to surround her dog house. 

I have been watching her excavate a new hole which was an old hole that hubby had filled with dirt thinking it would discourage more digging…which of course it didn’t.

Boo will furiously dig with both front paws, dirt flying everywhere and then she will get down into the hole to inspect her work. She lies down, checks the depth, gets her big bazoo in as far as she can, and when she seems to have determined if the hole needs more work, she is at it again.

I wish I could get some pictures of her efforts, but when she sees me she stops digging and gives me a look as if to say “What? I don’t know how that hole got there or why I am covered in dirt!”  

This morning I was reading through my Dad’s latest package of “Odds and Ends” and included was this amazing poem apparently written by me as a child.

Who knew that my fascination with weeds at an early age would one day become a blog post.

Dad keeps almost EVERYTHING.

One day we were discussing “depression babies”, people who grew up during the Depression and never threw out anything because they never knew when they might need it, and he told me about a short story he once read called “String too short to be saved” the gist of which was about a relative cleaning out the house of a deceased loved one and finding a box marked string too short to be saved, and yes, that is what the box was filled with.

But, I digress.

We have a small herd of bachelor buck Mule deer that have been roaming the area.  I call them bachelors as there isn’t a female to be found, but since we are coming into rutting season, I imagine the girls will be showing up soon.

The boys all have their antlers, some larger than others, and they are quite handsome, which I am sure they are well aware of.

Mule Deer are named for their large ears which resemble, big surprise, those of a mule.  They are quite fast and can reach speeds of 45 MPH…no wonder our Pyrs can’t catch up with them.

They are quite adept at jumping fences and will go right up to them and leap straight up and boink, just like that, they are over.

I spotted this flock of Canadian Geese the other day headed who knows where. Their V shaped formation will wind this way and that, changing shape and size as the lead geese fall back allowing others to move up.

When I started this post, I had planned to call it Ranch Roundup which is basically a catch all title I use when I don’t have one specific thing to write about.  But instead of rounding up my thoughts, they got away from my lasso and Rambled this way and that.

For me, inspiration can be a fickle thing. Some weeks I have ideas of what to write about zooming through my head and can’t type fast enough to get them down on paper…ok, not paper, but that is how I think of it.

Until next time,  Happy Trails!

Diana