Thursday, October 19, 2017

Fall on the ranch

Last evening after school and before dinner,
Mr. Nielson and I walked miles of fence line together.
We checked to be sure the fences were in tact and the
cattle were in the right pasture.
On our walk I gathered pretty rocks and examined twisted old limbs
while the sun set behind the mesa.
The air is chilly and I can't go outside without a sweater or jacket anymore.
The ranch is so beautiful in autumn with
golden grasses and high shadows.
Today on my run I saw two coyotes dancing around the high pasture.
Sometimes in the thick black night when I lay in bed I can hear
them yelp and cry in the distance.  
I think they know fall is in the air.