Day 58: More on ranching

Day 58:

I fed the cows… I think i’m up to about 16 of them. Bessie is still my favorite to hug.

I fed the duckens too, and I’ve lost track of how many there are. There’s enough that they die of old age and natural causes and I occasionally get a ducken dinner out of the affair. Feels a little odd to eat something that I’ve lived with, but it beats another carrot salad by A LOT.

What I’d give for a handful of mixed nuts right now.

Other than that, digging toward the mountain.

Bad line drawing of a horse that frankly looks like it's had half its head caved in by a brick. The author needs practice. Labelled "my horse, Stupid."
I need to practice drawing Stupid.