Kernut was in Kerrville, Texas. Again.

“Home, home on the range. Where the deer and the antelope play.”

Kerrville, a town of about 22,000 in the northeastern area of Texas Hill Country, is where my grandparents had a small ranch for about 30 years. I was last there when I was twelve – a few decades ago, or 10 years ago. Hard to say, my math isn’t so good. I’m 29, dammit!

Moving on…

Kerrville has grown quite a bit and now includes the ubiquitous WalMart. My grandmother sold the last section of the ranch several years ago, but I decided to drive by and see how it’s changed since I was a kid. When I went by I found a portion of the original property was again for sale.

And guess what? There’s a pyramid in Kerrville, Texas! Like the one in Quartzsite, Arizona, I’m pretty sure the Egyptians didn’t build this one, either.

Entrance to the ranch in Kerville.

I’d totally forgotten about the gate guard pyramid. I think my grandfather built most of it and then the current owners refurbished it.

A view of the old Kerrville homestead through the fence. I'm sure they would have let me in if they were home. Probably.

While they owned this little ranch, my grandparents raised a few sheep.

Gay sheep.

No, I don’t mean “happy” sheep. I mean “gay” as in they preferred members of the same sex gay.

Lemme esplain….

You see, they started with a bunch of “normal” heterosexual sheep. After a while, my grandfather wanted another batch of sheep from a different group, to avoid inbreeding. He bought several new male sheep to breed with the existing females.

But rather than breed with the other batch of female sheep as he’d hoped, this new batch of males only attempted to breed with the other males. One even tried to mate with my grandfather a couple times when he went to feed them.

My grandfather was particularly unhappy about this, especially the one trying to mate with him. Not that there’s anything wrong with being a gay sheep. To each his own.However, if you have a ranch and the new sheep won’t breed and provide babies, but you just have to keep feeding them, well…

I’m not sure, but I think my grandparents ate a lot of lamb meat that year.