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October 2018

We Didn’t Have the Winning Ticket

27 October 2018 – Sunny, windy and highs in the 60s

I have to say that I am not immune to Lotto-fever.  Normally, I won’t buy a ticket, but when the jackpot is $1.6 billion dollars I figure it is worth a shot.  Not that I wouldn’t be happy with a mere $1.6 million dollars, but a girl’s gotta have her standards.  We did not have the winning ticket, so I guess if we want to be billionaires we will have to go back to work for about 500 years.

Despite our pitiful luck in choosing lotto numbers, we have a lot of luck in other areas, so we are counting our blessings.  First, we are having a really nice October. Any evidence of the early snowstorm is long gone.

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Cows in the south pasture headed for the water tank

We have been enjoying some really nice temperatures during this “Elizabeth Warren” Summer (or Indian Summer).  Ha ha. Several days in a row, it has been nice enough to go for a swim.

 

Rancher Dave and I have been working outside, mostly prepping equipment for winter. There is always something that needs the oil changed, Zerks greased, tires inflated etc. We also have been clearing tumbleweeds.  This is an especially fun job when the wind is 20 gusting to 30 knots.

 

The cows have been mostly low maintenance until Wednesday. Cowboy Dave noticed that Honey had a big bloody mass on her ear. Rancher Dave and Cowboy separated her (along with Muzzle for company and Muzzle’s baby, Mac) from the other cows and  our whole crew worked until we finally got her into the corral.  She went in the chute, but she refused to go in the head gate.  We prodded and poked her but she would absolutely NOT move forward.

Linda set to work washing her ear from over the top of the chute. She used warm soap and water and a washcloth and was able to get most of the blood off of her ear.  We used multiple tools, scissors and pliers to pull hair and debris out of her ear, which was not easy because she was not contained by a head gate. Honey is really a nice cow and it seemed like she knew we were trying to help her.  Linda was quiet and patient and eventually used some pliers and pulled out a giant mass of cactus bristles that were covered in blood and hair.  After she removed that, we were able to get a close enough look and see that the fly tag we had put on her ear in the spring was squished way up into her ear canal.  Rancher Dave cut the back side of the ear tag and Linda was able to reach in and pull the tag out. Teamwork.

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Linda, the cow-whisperer

Honey seemed relieved, but she didn’t like the next part of the process which included flooding her ear with hydrogen peroxide.  We finally got her all cleaned up, at least the best that we could do and let her back out with Muzzle and Mac. During the process, I called the vet in case we needed to bring her in and they gave me a tentative appointment for Thursday.  After we got her ear clean, we decided we would probably take her anyway, because her ear was obviously infected and smelled really bad.  It actually worked out pretty well because the calf, Mac, hadn’t had any of his shots yet so the guys took Honey and Mac to the vet.  Honey got cleaned up and an antibiotic, Mac got his shots and branded.

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Honey at the vet – actually in the head gate
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Little Mac at the Vet

Here we are staring down the barrel at November already.  Although we didn’t win the lottery, it kinda feels like we did because we are both healthy, most of the animals around here are doing great, we have good friends, nice weather, cold Keystones, and no complaints really. What would we have done with all that money, anyway?  We already live in paradise.

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Sunrise on the Holler
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Sunset on the Holler

 

We Refuse to Get Out the Winter Gear

We Refuse To Get Out the Winter Gear

9 October 2018 – Cloudy, snow showers, 30 degrees

After the snow at the end of September, we had a light reprieve with some nice weather days so we could get ready for MORE SNOW. So far, the temperatures haven’t been too bad and Dave and I are leaving the parkas, snow pants, and heavy duty gloves in the basement. Winter gear is kind of like Christmas music. If you put it on too early, you get sick of it before it’s time for it to go away. Instead, we have been feeding in the morning (just a little hay as most of the snow has been melting by the afternoon) in Hawaiian shirts and flip flops. Just kidding. We are sticking with a hoodie, a heavy jacket and light gloves.

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Rancher Dave and Joey with a mule full of hay
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Attempted selfie while driving with Joey in the back seat, Rancher Dave calling cows from the tailgate and Puzzle and Frita following behind

Like I said, we did have a few nice days to scramble in preparation for a week of snow. The two Dave’s put tin on a shed roof over at the High Lonesome, so the spoiled cows can have another place to shelter from the wet snow.

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Tin Roof! Note the High Lonesome sign in the upper right.

We moved the cows over to the High Lonesome, which has become no big deal. The cows will do anything for cake so it really is just a matter of shaking a bucket and they will come running.

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Cow calling 101: “Hey-BAHHH,  Hey -Bahhhh, , Hup, Hup, Hup!” Rattle the bucket, here come the cows.

We finally got the barn kitties to the vet for shots. It wasn’t easy because Maverick keeps leaving and moving into the High Lonesome barn. Linda has caught him and brought him back but he just keeps going back. I’m not sure why; they have two barn cats that he fights with and they also have two dogs that chase him. I’m feeding him the same food she feeds over there, so I’m thinking he just doesn’t like Goose. Goose is a crabby old lady, so I can see why he might not want to stick around all day, but he should come back at night. Ugh, Cats! Personally, I think dogs are so much smarter.

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Maverick eating at home instead of mooching off the neighbors.  I couldn’t get him and Goose to pose together.

(Funny side story for any old salty pilot readers: Our vet clinic has a new vet and I’m thinking she might be 26 or 27 years old. Anyway, she treated our cats and said, “Oh, Maverick and Goose! That’s so funny! I just watched the old Maverick movie on TV the other day.” Dave and I thought this was a funny comment because she referred to the movie as “the old Maverick movie” and not Top Gun. It made us feel old to think that Top Gun is so old. I guess if you say, “I feel the need, the need for speed!” to someone under thirty they may think you are talking about drugs, or on drugs, or just old and senile. Sigh.)

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An OLD Classic

Speaking of dogs, the Sheriff is doing great. He has developed a bad habit of sneaking up on the cows and once he gets about five feet away, he becomes the Tasmanian devil, barking and growling and taking great delight in their surprise and irritation. I think he may have some cattle dog in him, but he is also really tall so I worry he might get kicked. This would probably keep him from terrorizing the cattle, but I don’t want him to get hurt. So, I bought a shock collar and the very first time he wore it I set it to the vibrate only setting to see if he would respond. He did great and I thought, “This is great! I won’t even have to zap him.” Then, as we were walking home, he went crazily running through the tall grass and the snow in the southern pasture. When he emerged, the shock collar was GONE! Somehow he got out of it and after an extensive search operation I was unable to recover the thing. I guess he really didn’t want to be trained that way so we are trying some other options, like a long leash and Pupperoni for successful recall. Ugh, Dogs! Maybe the cats are much smarter.

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Arrow and Joey holding down the trailer while the men put up a roof.

So that’s about it on this end. Same old stuff, chase cows, shovel snow, feed hay, fill water, haul wood. We are praying for all our dear friends on the Gulf Coast as Hurricane Michael is headed that way. Y’all know what to do, but stay safe and don’t take any chances. I guess every place has its weather issues. Take care, Floridians!

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Ice hanging off the Stagecoach Springs Road Sign

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