There's nothing like a good rodeo

Last night I got to go to the ranch rodeo! By far the best kind of rodeo because all the events are ones that happen everyday for the average ranch hand. Things like, branding, bronc riding, stray gathering, wild cow milking{you never know, right?}, and lots of hard work like that. It's also a chance for the hands to get off the ranch and join in a little competition with the other big ranches out there. Most every big ranch in the area has a team.
 I won't post much more on the subj. because I asked my friend CorgiChic{from now on CC} to send me some of the pictures we both took with her camera. Its kind of a cheap one and the lighting was bad for it, but I'll try and fix them up as best I can. She also go a video of the wild cow milking so I'll have to post that too :D

I saw a massive toad out on the drive this morning so I'm gonna grab the camera and go find him again.

~Gwyn

Great news! I have great news!

 Some of you may remember this guy from over @WanderingStills -->
And for those of you that don't, this is E-z, and he belongs to some rather{*thinks of how to put it nicely} "thoughtless" people: They never take him out of his pen, the just got his feet trimmed after going without for a year and a half, they give him hay barely fit for cows, and his pen is so gross, he actually stands in almost a foot of manure! It's disgusting how they keep him! Such a sweetheart, too.
Well, you're asking, is this the good news??
No.
This is:
    This weekend I got permission to exercise and work with him! Whoohoo!
 Yep, things are starting to brighten up for him. Yesterday my friend and I were trying to get to know him better and fed him handfuls of fresh grass; that got him excited :)

And.... Holy cow!!!!!!!!!!!!! My little brother has just charged in with a gigantic toad!!!!!!!! Man, he's a fat one!! I'd say he's nearly 3 and a quarter inches tall sitting! His belly alone is nearly three sideways!
 There, I've put him in my trashcan{empty of course}. He's proceeding to climb out -- I've pushed him back. Op, now he's glaring at me. I think we'll name him George. :) Brother has gone to fetch his old newt tank. Hurry! He's making a spring for it!

Okay I've got to leave now -- I'll take pictures!! But I've got to catch a movie with a couple friends -- I'll have to update you some other time, I guess!
~GWyn

Fair Time!!! And the end of Frog's story

Yesterday we found Frog. He was all shriveled up and hanging from a spider's web. :'( Good bye, Frog! Rest in Peace!

Anyhoo....

The 4-H fair week is coming up

 and I thought I might share some of my entries with you guys.:)

For right now it'll just be my photography but later on I post my other stuffle:) Please share your opinions!

 

Giving CPR to a frog, Cousins coming, and Room painting

Okay, you're probably wondering what all these things have in common with each other, right? Well nothing really, except they all happened today.

Right, I'll start with the frog...

My little brother, 'J', found a teeny little frog in a dried out pond-bed and brought him back to the house to show it to me. (I love frogs!) Upon arriving with said frog, J gave him to me saying that it wasn't moving. Immediately I took the frog for examination. The poor thing wasn't breathing!! I  could just see its tiny heart beating irregularly. I told J to get me a toothpick for I had an outlandish idea: I was going to give the frog CPR.(I know. It seems stupid to me now, I mean these things live in water! Why would it be drowning?) Anyhoo, toothpick in hand I bent over the prone frog. Carefully I opened  his mouth (a very interesting sight, if I may say, you can see the bottoms of its eyeballs!) with the toothpick, and, with my pinky, pushed on its stomach. 

Nothing.

I repeated.

Nothing.

I did it again.

Still nothing.

"J," I said, "I don't think he'll---" I stopped.

He closed his mouth!

With renewed vigor and hope I did CPR another few times and the frog got better! I was astonished! What the heck! Who knew?

The frog slowly but surely started to recover! Yay! I saved the day! We put him in rehab(consisting of a cheese carton, a dish of water and a few leaves) and soon he was hopping around like nothing happend. J wanted to keep him over night and Mum said yes as long as it stayed in J's room.

The bad news: Next day there was no frog in the carton

The good news: Frog made a full recovery. Or, at least, he was well enough to escape to some where in J's room

Bad news: We havent found him yet

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Soon my cousins will be coming!!!! Yay!!! We'll go to the lake, go cliff jumping, bridge jumping... I love summer! Don't be surprised if I don't blog during the first two weeks of August:)

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I am finely going to paint my room! I've wanted to for 8 years! And now Mum and Dad say YES!!! Woot! Its gonna be turquoise and a kind of rust orange. So it'll look South Western:) Hurrah!