Dem Bones

“Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones,
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones,
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones,
Now shake dem skeleton bones!”

My twinling son, Jax and I went on a hike the other day on our neighbor’s property, over on the ridge that I once rode my mare on, and that we now pasture lease. Most of the land on either side of the ridge is pasture/meadow, but the ridge has a network of trails to explore.

Baby Doll was too busy eating to pay us much attention.

We invited her to come along with us on our hike, but she mostly just ignored us.

She finally walked over to us. But I’m sure she was thinking, “This better be good”

When she realized we had no carrots to make it worth her while, she was kind of grumpy.

So, we had to go on our hike without the spoiled princess. Jax led the way.

This ridge, if it weren’t for the fences, we could hike directly into the National Forest and onto BLM land. Deer, coyotes, bear and even mountain lions have walked this land at some point, and probably still do. We often hear the coyotes howling at night on the ridge, from our house.

Our neighbor uses this land to graze cattle and leases it out to folks with livestock, like us. So, it wasn’t too surprising to find cattle bones off the trail.

“The toe bone's connected to the foot bone,
The foot bone's connected to the ankle bone,
The ankle bone's connected to the leg bone,
Now shake dem skeleton bones!”

 

“The leg bone's connected to the knee bone,
The knee bone's connected to the thigh bone,
The thigh bone's connected to the hip bone,
Now shake dem skeleton bones!”

“The hip bone's connected to the back bone
The back bone's connected to the neck bone,
The neck bone's connected to the head bone,
Now shake dem skeleton bones!”

My always entertaining twinling son, Jax insisted that I take some photos of him modeling the latest fashions in bone wear.

 

Jax talked me into bringing some of the bones back home with us. They were much heavier than they looked……especially hiking uphill.

Yep, they were heavy. Made heavier by the two of us laughing while trying to sing “Dem bones” lol!

“The finger bone's connected to the hand bone,
The hand bone's connected to the arm bone,
The arm bone's connected to the shoulder bone,
Now shake dem skeleton bones!”

This is a view from the ridge, looking down towards my neighborhood, on the left.

Ranchman John happened to see us struggling with our weary bones and drove over to give us a ride back home. And now we have a Bone Garden.

Why? Heck if I know. But Jax is happy about it.

As for me, I can’t get that crazy song out of my head.

“Dem bones, dem bones, gonna walk around
Dem bones, dem bones, gonna walk around
Dem bones, dem bones, gonna walk around
Now shake dem skeleton bones!”

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