A week ago our rancher neighbor Joe took that Spouse o' Mine and me out for a Sunday drive around part of his ranch property. This is a big ranch. Thousands of hilly, flinty, Flint Hills acres. And we drove over hill and dale of rocks and rills until I was very nearly sick to my stomach, weebling around in the back seat of this giant pickup, across land that had no discernible roads, only slight pathways through the tallgrass which defines the Tallgrass Prairie.
We always enjoy outings with our ranching and farming neighbors. I learn a lot, having spent most of my life in city and townie-living. That Spouse o' Mine grew up on farming, ranching lifestyles, both in the US and in Australia. His work now is indeed in horticulture and agriculture, but his job title is Scientist, and he works in a lab. These field trips out into the real deal of farming and ranching pull us into what is involved in the day-to-day work of the land.
And from our Sunday field trip last week, I have a photo to show and tell. I had spotted an animal skull which looked to be impaled on a locust tree, exactly at my eyes' height. (I spotted it because I nearly ran into the skull!!) Locust trees have TREMENDOUS thorns. How did this happen???
And that's the end of this tale.