Frigid Friday

It's Friday! Where did the past week go? It feels like winter outdoors, but the woolie worms are still saying that winter will arrive on or about December 21, with Christmas to follow in about four days. As I'm typing, the horse is running, kicking and bucking all over the pasture. She's beautiful when she's running. I guess the cold air must have given her a burst of the friskies. Burger King, the angus steer, is frisking too, but I think he's just trying to stay out of the horse's way.
Travis, Dennis and Gail are shelling corn this morning, and I ran to Nichtings for parts. When I got back with the part, I took a few pictures, but it was beginning to rain. Gail was driving the tractor with the auger wagon, so Travis could unload the combine without stopping. Dennis was taking the corn to the elevator. Yesterday, they skipped the field work and put rafters on the house. They had quite a crew there. Dale and Becky, of course, plus Dad and Lynn, and Dennis and Travis. Mom came with lunch, and I stopped by to take some pictures. When I came back home this morning I found Perry Harrison here engraving our name on the big rock in our yard. I think it turned out pretty nice. We found the rock here on our place and moved it up to the yard, so I could mow around it. My original plan was to collect a whole bunch of rocks and make a waterfall, creek and pond in the yard. I've pretty much given up on that idea. Can't see it ever happening, but I still gather rocks whenever I can! You can see from the picture that this rock is split in half. It was that way when we found it in our creek.