The gist of things here in my hometown, set within the arcs of things in the wider world, all from my uniquely biased point of view. Feel free to extend the horizons with your comments.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
My poor truck
They wandered away before I needed it again. Afterwards, my side mirror was showing me the ground right next to the door, and there were muzzle smears all over the passenger window, but as I expected, there was no real harm done. I don't know why they like vehicles so much. It makes sense in a huge open pasture, they love anything they can rub on, but in this case there were plenty of fence posts and signs and other well-site-related objects available. Just the novelty, I guess.