Twelve Days of Christmas

Twelve Days of Christmas

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Cowboy Bob and Cowgirl Gail “Pa rum pum pum pum.”  Whew, the drums are beating. On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, twelve drummers drumming. “Pa rum pum pum pum.”  It’s enough to make me crazy. Finally, the last...
Eleven Pipers Piping? 

Eleven Pipers Piping? 

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman I’ve had my eye on Cowboy, watching for all those presents. We now have a pear forest which might be a good idea or not, depending on how hardy pear trees are. We now have lots of birds, partridges, turtle doves, French hens,...
Day 10   Ten Lords a-Leaping

Day 10   Ten Lords a-Leaping

Wrinkly Bits A Blog/Poem by Gail Cushman Ten Lords a-Leaping. Fancy that. Montana has no lords. Period. They have cowboys, who are Lords of the Range. So, I thought I should write a poem about Montana’s Lords. Ode to Montana Lords, AKA Cowboys The lords of Montana, in...
Day 9: Nine Ladies Dancing

Day 9: Nine Ladies Dancing

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman I am not a dancer, but then, I have a lot of issues. I have clumsy feet, a tin ear, a non-working sniffer, not to mention being directionally challenged, but yesterday I danced. Here’s what happened. Cowboy and I decided to finish...
Day 8: 8 Maids A-milking

Day 8: 8 Maids A-milking

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman and Cowboy Bob For the past seven days, I’ve been shuffling birds, all kinds of birds, trying to figure out what to do with them. Getting rid of four dozen, more or less, fine feathered friends, can take its toll on you, but...