What is so remarkable is that 1. it was cold and windy out and 2. my neighbor was target shooting the entire time. I suppose Owen is in a more cheerful mood since the weather cleared and he was able to be out for most of the day....in fact, he was out flat snoozing in the sun when I got to the farm. Or maybe Owen has a blog app that let him read yesterday's post, alerting him to the fact that his current employment was in jeopardy.
Either way, I'm not complaining. But sorry, Jeannie...you'll have to wait a bit longer.
On a tangentially related note, I'm currently reading a science book called, "The End of Evolution; On Mass Extinction and the Preservation of Biodiversity" by paleontologist Peter Ward. In discussing the climatic end of the remaining dinosaurs 65 million years ago and the subsequent rise and radiation of the mammals he writes,
"One of the earliest groups of carnivores evolved from hoofed herbivores; there is no modern analog to these giant, hooved predators. Imagine a large carnivorous horse chasing after you, snorting and smacking long pointed teeth. Sugar cubes, apples, and saddles would be inappropriate."
Clearly, the good doctor has never met Owen!