I'm often told how lucky we are to live the life we do.  Most times I agree, and wouldn't change a thing.   There are times though, when we get stretched a little thin, and the trouble just keeps coming.   
The trouble the last couple weeks has been in the form of a particularly nasty strain of pinkeye in the cattle.  No one is sure where it started, and when it's going around like it is, no one really cares.  The trick is getting it stopped.  With fly season upon us, getting it stopped is a monumental task.   Several herds here in the Bear Paws are being gathered and treated.  Neighbors helping neighbors, and the lines of communication are open and discussing what's working and what is not.  We're crossing our fingers and hoping we can get it cleared up quickly.

We've been  short handed here- still trying to finish up haying.  The big Bosses have been here trying to help keep the day to day going, but it seems there just are not enough hours in the day.  We did slip away yesterday though- to go to our home place and help my Dad move his cows to new pasture.  Luckily- no pinkeye there.   We were able to have a short visit with the horses that have been turned out- the foals included.  Neechi and Eloquence are both doing well.  The mares are fat and sassy!  None of them were feeling to much like cooperating with a photo session, but I did get a few pics I will add to the foal page. 
The girls start back to school on Wednesday, and I am just not ready for that.   I don't think they are either.   I can't hardly wait until T gets her drivers license and transportation isn't such an issue. 
Before I sign off, a shout out to my nephew Steve and his new bride Misty- Congratulations!  Wishing you both many years of wedded bliss! 

William's third and final baby for the 2013 foaling season!  We finally made it to take pictures of her last night.  She was born just a few days before Eloquence. 
The story behind this little girl is one of those complicated "family deals".   
The condensed version;  She's by William and out of my Sister-in-laws mare, Doll.  Logic would say she's Karen's filly, BUT Karen's son Larry laid claim prior to conception. 
I tell you this story, so I can explain why this filly's name is subject to change.  Karen insists the filly's name is Scarlett.  Larry insists she doesn't have a name yet as he wants her to grow and choose a name that suits her personality.    There's a good spirited debate as to who has naming rights, but it's clear they both have bragging rights, as the filly is sure a pretty little thing!