Cut hay, applied ammonia, sprayed, and looked without success for somewhere dry enough to plant this confounded crop.

Finished up the day with a small thundershower,

and a cookout for my grand daughter's birthday.

Chris, Faron'skid, and part of the grandkids attended a memorial service this morning. Mad Dog didn't quite have a handle on what was going to happen. When he saw the Vets with their rifles, he asked where the bad guy army would be.

I guess he thought he was there to witness a shootout.
