The Hogsty

Morning all . . .


44°

The pronghorns are really showing up in the sage desert between Shoshoni and the dam. Don't know what they are eating besides dried up scattered clumps of grasses out amongst the sage. Then there are the road killed skunks and raccoons on the way into Riverton.

Morning, but just barely. Like a good girl, I've been getting up and working for several hours before allowing myself a break. One synopsis down and off to the agent. One to be finished and sent later today. I hate writing synopses, but I'm better at it than I used to be.

Currently 73 degrees. Antelope evolved to like dry grass and they also browse on sagebrush, which is the ice cream plant of the prairie.