Mancos, where the Wild West still lives. Ah, yup, that would be right. Maurauding cows for almost a week now are holding us hostage. Called the brand inspector, he called back a nine at night. Kind of dark to go looking for cows. The Sherriff was really a bit aggravated with me for bothering them. They would send someone but I would need to be there...miss a day of work. My neighbor couldn't see them at all. Cows? Nope. Well hello! There have been about a dozen roaming through the area for a week now. There are huge prints in the mud for all to see and some other identifiable droppings that will work well in the garden next year. Ahhh, me. At least they are relatively peaceful and have not found my hay barn...yet. I may have to put a pannel up tonight. I would rather not relinquish what the deer have left of my hay to the cows. Life in the west. I love it!
