Wyatt Earp

Eight-year-old Wyatt is the son of Tim, our hay guy. He's come twice now to help his dad with delivering and unloading the bales, and both times I've hated myself for not having a camera. With his own hay hook he yanks and pulls at these bales that weigh at least twice what he does, sometimes succeeding, sometimes simply tumbling over backwards. Every now and then our little cowboy, complete with hat, chaps, and cowboy boots, would stand on top of the bales of hay, hook his thumbs in his belt loops, and just stare off at the horses - our own little Wyatt Earp.

The last time he was here his younger brother Garrett came along. After the bales were stacked and the trailer was loaded, Wyatt and Garrett treated me to an invigorating, and very animated, story about the latest episode of their favorite show in which the hero saved the day by killing a mad bear that was attacking the camp. What show might that be you may ask? None other than the total classic, Walker Texas Ranger. I made not the slightest attempt to hide my amusement at their Chuck Norris idolization, and there was no reason to - these two were incredibly entertaining storytellers, often times one getting so excited that he'd cut off the other and finish describing the scene and Chuck Norris' death-defying escape in detail. They stood at varying distances from each other trying to show me just how close the bear got to catching Walker, asked me if I thought a .22 could kill a bear, and decided without question that a shotgun would definitely do the trick.

The current supply of hay should run out in about a week, and I cannot wait. I'm hanging on the edge of my seat just waiting for my miniature reenactment of how Walker saved Trivette from near disaster this time.