5 February 2019 – Cloudy, snow flurries, highs in the teens
Brrrrr….It is cold out there. Although we skirted the edge of the polar vortex we are experiencing another cold snap, expecting below zero temperatures tomorrow night and highs in the single digits for the next few days. It is February in South Dakota, so we roll with it, or slide with it when you consider all the ice.
Anyway, it is the first day of the Chinese New Year celebrating the Year of the Pig. We celebrated by eating bacon for breakfast. So Happy New Year everyone!
We have been busy chasing cows around, feeding, chopping ice, scooping stalls, and all the other usual hijinks that happen out here on the Holler.
Cold Cows drinking water in the distance
A recent view of the water tank before we broke the ice
The Sheriff helps dig ice blocks out of the water tank
We spent one day last week visiting the Black Hills Stock Show. This is a really neat event that showcases all things cowboy, rancher, and western. There are a ton of booths where vendors are selling everything from cowboy hats to branding irons. Rancher Dave and I bought a cowhide rug and a matching coffee table for our living room.
When we left Florida, we sold as much stuff as we could, including most of our furniture. Since then we have been slowly trying to decorate the house in a western theme. We thought these pieces class up the place a bit and make it look less like two college students live here. Ha ha.
We also attended the “Free Style Bull Fighting” event. I have never seen anything quite like this and I’m convinced this sport was invented by some ranchers after a long day of haying and too many Keystone LIghts. Anyway, the idea is that a bullfighter (not traditional red caped Spanish guy, but a young cowboy in running shoes) gets into the ring and signals the gate keeper to let out the bull. The enormous and enormously hacked off Mexican Fighting Bull charges into the ring bucking, snorting, and looking for someone to kill. The bull immediately spots said bullfighter and the game is on. For 60 seconds, the bullfighter tries to get as close to the bull as possible without getting killed. See the Youtube video below for an idea of what this is like. The bullfighter is judged on his ability to stay close to the bull.
The rounds we watched were incredibly exciting and had both Dave and I on the edge of our seats. Dave took a video, but I won’t let him post it because it is terrible for two reasons. First it is incredibly stressful watching the angry bull pushing around the young bullfighter. Second, you can hear this crazy lady in the background shrieking, “Oh NO!! Run! Oh my gosh, make it stop!….Oh no oh no oh NOOOOOOO! Arggghhh” Okay, the crazy lady is me. I have always hated my voice on tape; I sound much cooler in my head. But this recorded bit of anxious drama is just too terrible to share. You’re lucky I told you about it at all. Now let’s all forget this ever happened.
Anyway, we had a fantastic day at the stock show shopping, people watching, and looking at all the beautiful show cows. As usual, we were even happier to get back to the Holler.
We took another trip today to the booming metropolis of Edgemont, South Dakota. We had to go to the ranch store and load up on cow cake. We also stocked up on calving supplies. We bought a few bags of colostrum, some scours treatments, plastic gloves, disinfectant, a giant baby bottle, some electrolytes, syringes of nursemate ASAP that stimulate a calves desire to eat, and other random things we want to have on hand but hope to not need. We aren’t expecting any babies until the first part of April, but you never know.
We are hoping things warm up a bit before the first calf arrives. Meanwhile, the cows don’t seem too hungry and are not running at us when we feed. On the cold nights, they head up into the woods and huddle together to emerge with icicle coated whiskers in the morning. It’s cold but it’s beautiful and impossible to describe how much we still like chores. They haven’t become “chores” to us yet.
Again, Happy February everyone. We hope things are going well out there in the real world!
I cannot believe we already are two weeks into the New Year. Anyone else still writing 2018 as the date? Dave and I have been keeping busy with typical ranching duties. While the weather has been warm, it has been windy. We even busted out the old ski-goggles to keep the hay out of our eyes when we were feeding!
Dave got the round baler unroller up and running. The roller runs off of the tractors 3-point connection and rear hydraulic system and uses the two spears to pick up a big round bale. Then, when the tractor is driven across the field, the bale is rolled out on the ground making it easier to feed the cows.
After fixing it, he painted it blue to match Babe. Immediately after painting it he came in the house and looked out the window and saw Maverick, the barn cat, crawling all over it. So now it has a nice new paint job with some kitty prints, and Maverick has blue paws. Blue paws are the hottest new trend this year, we’re told, all the cats are doing it.
We have been enjoying an unusually warm January, with temperatures reaching mid to upper 40’s in the day and only mid 20’s in the evening. The water in the barn doesn’t even freeze, which has been great! Of course, all good things must come to an end and we are looking at single digits and more snow this weekend. We cannot complain; it is January in the Dakotas after all!
We added two more cows to the combined herd.
One of our neighbors is getting rid of her stock and they both seemed like a good fit. Smudge, who is related to Domino, is Rancher Dave and my new (old) cow. Nina (pronounced NINE-UH) is Cowboy Dave and Linda’s new lady. Now we have four of the neighbor’s old cows and I think we should call them the Golden Girls. The addition went better than last time and there were no big bar brawls or picking on the new girls. Who knows what sets these cows off?
Anyway, Cowboy Dave took Mac, his off-cycle calf that was born in July to market today. He was finally weaned and ready to go. After we loaded Mac into the trailer, Hugo, the young bull that was keeping him company was left all alone at the High Lonesome corral. I guess he didn’t like being left alone because he went completely bonkers. Our plan was to use cake to lead him over to join up with the rest of the herd, but he decided to start snorting and kicking and throwing his head around, even charging at us. He is probably 700lbs now and the sight of a 700lb bull running angrily toward you in the snow is a little disconcerting. Anyway, he was too riled up to figure out where the rest of the cows were so we had to reattack.
Rancher Dave went all the way back to the Holler and grabbed some cake to lead the rest of the herd to poor, lonely Hugo. The whole herd came running after him in the mule because they view it as the “cake wagon.” We thought Hugo would be happy to be reunited with everyone, but he immediately got into a big fight with one of the larger cows. After a few tense minutes everyone finally settled down and quit brawling. Cows have more drama than any soap opera!
All the animals around here seem to be on edge today. Later in the afternoon, the FedEx guy showed up with a package and who knows why, but our big bull, Koozy, decided he hated the FedEx van. He was in a pasture adjacent to the driveway gate and he was pitching a fit, snorting and screaming at the poor Fed-Ex man. Watching this from the house, we wondered if the delivery guy was even going to get out of the van. I’m not sure I would have, but he did and when he delivered his package Dave said to him, “I think he likes you!” I said we were going to get him a red cape to wear in case he wanted to hone his bull fighting skills. I don’t think he was too amused.
Meanwhile, the coyotes have been howling and yipping all day and night. This drives the dogs crazy which in turn drives us a little crazy. I wonder if the animals are sensing the impending snow storm or if maybe they’re just grumpy because the Dallas Cowboys didn’t win their play-off game. It makes sense to me that ranch animals would cheer for the Cowboys. Hmmmm….clearly the animals aren’t the only ones losing their minds around here!
Maverick who likes to climb on top of my head and pretend he is a Russian hat.
Joey laying in the snow, where he would rather be than in a warm bed by the stove.
That’s all that is new on the Holler. We hope everyone is doing well out there in the real world.
1 January 2019 – Sunny and 4 degrees (-19 Windchill)
Happy New Year! It is going to be hard to beat 2018. We were sad to see it go as it was such a busy and productive year for us, but we are looking forward to more progress and adventures in 2019.
We ended the year with a lot of snow. The forecast was for 1-3 inches on the 30th, but it snowed that whole day and most of New Year’s Eve. We probably have between 8 and 9 inches of snow on the ground. It is beautiful, but the clear skies last night made the morning bone-chilling cold. Or as we like to say, “quite refreshing!”
The cows all took shelter over in the loafing shed and the barn at the High Lonesome. Our barn is full of hay and we don’t have it set up with a corral for the cows yet, so it is nice that they can find a warm place to hide out when the weather gets extreme. While it was snowing, we decided to feed them in the bunks in the corral.
We prefer to feed the cows in the field because when they are all cooped up and squished together someone always gets ticked off and a bar fight breaks out. There is a lot of head butting and snorting and pushing in a small space. Add the snowy/icy conditions to that and there is potential for someone to get hurt. When we feed them in the field, they seem to leave each other alone and enjoy their meals.
Once it stopped snowing, Rancher Dave used the snow plow to create a lane in the field where we could put out hay, and this morning they were back to eating in the manner they (and we) prefer. Most of the cows came running through the field, but three of them decided they didn’t want to make the trip, even for dinner. So they “ordered in” and we fed the remaining three in the bunks. Apparently, they preferred to stay in on New Year’s Eve. Too many drunken revelers for them I suppose. They have us trained pretty well.
We did have some excitement on New Year’s Eve. As I mentioned, we have a young bull and a calf penned up over at the High Lonesome because we are weaning the calf from his Mom. The young bull is there for company. Before the afternoon feeding, Linda was cooking in her kitchen and noticed two calves running through her yard! She and Cowboy Dave ran outside and closed the gate before they could escape to the road and back to the herd. They tried to walk them back to the pens, but the calfies were not having it. Cue the Benny Hill music.
At around the same time, Rancher Dave and I were headed up the driveway for the afternoon chores and feeding. Obviously our priorities changed at that point and the four of us went about the business of catching the escaped hoodlums and pushing them back into the pen. This was really fun in the blowing snow and ice, but we worked together and got them back where they belonged.
It turns out, someone had left a gate open after morning chores. Since Rancher Dave and I do the morning chores, it was pretty obvious that one of us was responsible for leaving the escape route wide open. It didn’t really matter, we all needed some exercise and the calves enjoyed their little rebellion. I suppose there are more exciting New Year’s Eve stories, but we kind of prefer a tamer night on the ranch to a wild party in the city.
We hope everyone out there has a fantastic New Year. Stay warm! It beats the other options.
Merry Christmas! There is not a lot of news to report from the Holler for the second half of December, but we wanted to wish all the Hollerer Follerers a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
We have been enjoying a really warm December, but it appears that all that will change tomorrow as we are expecting snow on Christmas Day. What more could anyone wish for?
We are planning a quiet and peaceful day. We will feed and bust ice in the morning and follow it up with a Rancher’s Special Christmas Breakfast of Egg Benedict. Then we are going to take it easy until afternoon chores. Cowboy Dave and Linda have invited us to Christmas dinner and we are looking forward to showing them the “2018 Review” which is a movie we make of all the things that have been accomplished on Stagecoach Springs throughout the year. It is really just slides set to music, but we have a lot to be thankful for and a lot of progress to show. This year we hayed over 50 acres. We put up over 1000 bales of hay into the barn that was also built this year. We filled the wood sheds. We cut and dragged slash. We watched our herd deliver 7 healthy calves. We plowed snow, we fed cattle, we chopped ice, we picked up rocks, we harvested honey, we made jelly and salsa and all sorts of things from the garden. We had great times with visiting family and friends. We drank a few Keystones and glasses of wine. We made trips to North Carolina, Montana and Iowa. We got a puppy, kittens, and expanded the beehives. We built fences. You can imagine there are quite a few pictures in the” 2018 Review” movie.
Tonight we sit here with happy hearts enjoying the Christmas tree and a nice warm fire in the stove. From our house to everyone out there we hope your Christmas is merry and bright and we thank you for reading about our adventures this year. God Bless!
It is the perfect December day here on the Holler. We are in the middle of a big snowstorm, expecting 3-5 inches before tomorrow, and believe it or not, we are pretty happy about the snow. We have been waiting and waiting to put down the nitrogen fertilizer we bought in October. The fertilizer experts said to put it down right before a big snow, that way it won’t just evaporate and the moisture will maximize its purpose. We got done fertilizing all of our fields and the fields over at the High Lonesome on Thursday and it started snowing Friday night. The timing was perfect, so we’re happy about the snow. More on this later.
Thanksgiving was really nice. It was about 65 degrees here, but we weren’t around to enjoy it. We took advantage of the warm weather and sun and road-tripped back to Iowa where we got to have Thanksgiving with my parents and my brother. It is difficult for us to get away in the winter because our house is off-grid and solar powered. If it snows while we are away, there is no one here to start the generator (although this is supposed to happen automatically, we are still suspicious of this feature) and no one here to scrape the snow off the solar panels. Also, the cows need feeding and watering, and if it is bitterly cold the ice has to be broken off the water tank. Fortunately, the weather was nice so the cows had plenty to eat and drink and the batteries in the house remained charged thanks to the sunshine. It was really nice to see my folks and we ate and ate and ate. You gotta love Thanksgiving, especially if you love pie.
Mom and Dad
Dad and me, trying to get the Sheriff to pose
We had a great time in Iowa, but we were happy to return to the Holler. There is no place like home, and Rancher Dave and I have really transformed into country people. We are pretty uncomfortable in the city with the traffic and the noise, and Sheriff Joe is definitely a ranch dog. He had to be leashed during our trip because he doesn’t have any sense about traffic, cars, and he has no understanding of other people’s yards and fences. He likes wide open spaces, cows, and mule rides. So do I.
We bought my brother’s pick-up and I drove it back. We had been searching for a little ranch truck that we can also run back and forth to town in and take some of the burden off of Truck Norris (our Toyota and only vehicle since we left Florida). Coincidentally, my brother was having a hard time selling his truck because it has a manual transmission. Apparently, no one can drive a stick shift any more, or they don’t want to because it makes it too hard to text and drive. Ha ha. I guess we are old school now and think it is pretty cool to drive a stick-shift. It turned out to be a good deal for all of us, so thanks, Bill! We love this little truck and have already had it back and forth to town a couple of times. It’s doing great in the snow, and proving to be a valuable ranch-hand.
Now, back to putting down nitrogen. The fertilization process would have went really smoothly if it weren’t for the dang cows. They are so MOOOOODY! Our herd is spoiled rotten, and they have become so accustomed to being fed cake that sometimes we can barely get the mule out of the driveway without being stampeded by those hungry bovines. They have become quite the pests and I have even started threatening them about making them into burgers and often tell them they would be more likeable covered in cheese and stuffed in a sesame seed bun. On a day where they get really pushy, I like to sing Jimmy Buffet’s “Chesseburger in Paradise”. They don’t care.
Marzee coming for some cake
Koozy the bull, following the truck for cake
Boohaa chowing down
Cows trying to get a selfie with Rancher Dave
Rancher Dave giving his girls a scratch on the head
Cherry Bomb chowing down
Get out here and feed us cake!
Dirty Dozen chowing down
Rancher Dave wanted to make sure the broadcaster was set to the proper rate so we put down the proper amount of nitrogen. This would require a test run in one of the small fields and also require him to hold a steady speed in Babe, the tractor. Sheriff Joe and I were supposed to follow along in the mule and indicate how far the fertilizer was throwing out of the spreader, but as soon as we started the mule, those crazy cows came running. They were rudely pushing about in front of Babe, preventing Dave from driving a steady speed. They were rushing toward Joey and me, and we couldn’t even walk across the pasture to show Dave where the fertilizer was broadcasting. Finally, we decided to give them some cake in another pasture and get them out of the way.
But NO! Those greedy girls ate all the cake and came running back to the field we were trying to work. We had to give them two bales of hay to occupy their time so they would leave us alone. Eventually, we figured out the proper setting on the broadcaster and went to work. The next day, we tricked the cows and fenced them into a pasture over at the High Lonesome so they would be out of our way.
Putting down fertilizer is pretty straightforward once you figure out the setting on the equipment and the speed you need to drive the tractor. The problem is that none of our fields are perfectly square so it is easy to lose track of where you have been already. Our good friend, Jeff, provided the remedy to this by introducing Rancher Dave to the MYTRACKS app. Dave put this app on his phone and was able to real-time track where he had been in the field. It also provided the speed as Babe has a tach but no speedometer. Look out Elon Musk, we’re pretty high-tech out here.
Dave fertilizing the field
Nearly perfect pattern, nice job Rancher Dave
I got to do the driving on day 2, and this app made my job super easy. Of course, it looks like I did some drunken bowties in the middle of the field, and my excuse was that somebody texted me while I was working. I had to try to navigate my way back to the MYTRACKS app while driving Babe and this is the poor result.
I guess I shouldn’t make fun of people texting and driving any more.
Today, we got up right before sunrise. It was already snowing so I threw my snowpants on over my pajamas and went up to the barn to check on Maverick, the cat, and give him some food. I dusted snow off the beehives so the bees could go in and out. I scraped some snow and ice off the solar panels while Rancher Dave loaded the mule with hay. We fed the cows and by the time we got back to the house, the solar panels were covered in snow again. Dave went in the house to start the generator because it appears this will be one of those rare days where our batteries won’t get charged by the sun. Just because it was so beautiful outside and I was already wearing my snow gear, I decided to give the panels one more snow scraping.
I was nearly done and I turned around, looking for Sheriff Joe. I spotted him almost immediately as he was only about 50 yards from me. I was instantly shocked to see him in the international “dog play” position, with his front paws down on the ground and rear in the air, and NOSE TO NOSE with a coyote! The coyote was also in the play position. Alarm bells started going off in my head as I recalled story after story about coyotes sending out a scout to play with a dog, only to lure it back to the pack where it will surely be killed. I started yelling bloody murder, “Joey! No! Come! Get over here!” and “Dave, get the gun!” I was kicking myself because I had just leapt out of bed this morning and was unarmed. I didn’t even have my knife, although I’m not sure what I would have done with either weapon.
Dave couldn’t hear me because the generator was running, so instinctively I kept yelling and ran towards Joey and the “playful” coyote. I think Joe could tell I was upset and he came sprinting back to me, but the coyote just sat there and looked at us. I grabbed Joe’s collar and we ran to the porch and I said, “Dave, come kill this coyote!” Dave was on it, and threw on his coat and boots, grabbed his rifle and went out to the back deck. The coyote was long gone. We love animals, and are not keen on killing them, but after the disappearance of our cat, Goose, and the attempted abduction of Joey, we have decided it is open season on wiley coyotes, especially when they are brazen enough to come so close to the house with people outside and the generator making a lot of noise.
I’m sitting here now, looking out at the beautiful, gently falling snow and thanking the Good Lord that my dog didn’t get killed or attacked this morning. Dave is out scraping the panels again and shoveling snow off the deck. The cows are done eating and have headed back to the trees for shelter. I have a pot full of pinto beans and conecuh sausage cooking on the wood stove. It really looks like a Christmas Card outside and since it is the first of December, I think I’ll go dig out the Christmas decorations. We hope everyone out there in the real world is having a good weekend. Happy December!
It has been an incredible November here in South Dakota. We have had several days in a row that were almost 50 degrees, and if the forecast is correct, we are expecting 50’s next week as well! Today, we woke up to a little dusting of snow and temperatures in the low teens, but we cannot complain as the wood stove is cranking and the house is warm. Also, we have been working outside a lot, taking advantage of the warm weather and are grateful for an “indoor day” to get caught up on other projects.
We have been working on cleaning, fixing, and prepping some of the haying equipment for winter storage. This year, all of the machinery can fit in the barn and that really extends the life of all things mechanical. Dave had to pull out the old mower blade, and that took several hours of pushing and pulling. He was not deterred.
I worked on cleaning up an old calf table. It was pretty worn and rusty so I thought I would spray paint it with Rustoleum. This was not a good idea considering the gusty winds. I went through a can of paint in about 5 minutes. Instead, I found some of the rust-proof paint we used to paint the trailer last summer and that worked out pretty nicely.
This calf table is missing one of the handles, but if we can rig one up, we will be all set for round up next year and we won’t have to borrow one. If the bull did his duties and all goes well, we will be expecting seven calves in April, and Cowboy and Linda will also be expecting six in April. Muzzle should be delivering in July again this year since she got off cycle somehow last year. So the roundup will be twice as big as last year. Any volunteers are welcome!
Dave was going to teach me to change the oil in the generator that is the backup for our solar power. It runs a test cycle every week and we have used it off and on when we have a run of cloudy days that aren’t solar-power friendly. As we began to take everything apart, Cowboy Dave and his dogs showed up in the southern pasture in his Kawasaki Mule. Joey decided that it looked like they were having more fun than Dave and I changing the oil and so he scooted off through the barbed wire across the field and up the hill to join the party. I don’t want him running off, even if it is just to see his friends, so I went through the gate, across the field and up the hill to get him and scold him. By the time we returned to the generator, Dave had changed the oil. Jen’s training: incomplete.
It was also time to change the oil in our Mule, so we did that on one of the warm days as well.
We have been waiting for some moisture in the forecast so we can put down nitrogen for fertilizer. We have had the broadcaster on Babe all month, but we just haven’t had the right weather to fertilize yet, so we took the broadcaster off the tractor so we could move the mower Then, we put the broadcaster back on Babe so we will be ready to go when the weather dictates. We also helped Cowboy Dave put his snowblower on his tractor, Bob, likely ensuring we won’t have any significant snow all winter, right?
Putting implements on tractors and taking them off is not a huge deal, but it does take some time, depending on how many connections, cotter pins, etc. are involved. It requires some teamwork and coordination and our overall operations are improving. We are hoping all the equipment is good to go for winter, now. It is a lot easier doing some of these outdoor tasks when it is sunny and 50 than when it is snowing and 10 degrees. Dave was happy that even though it was in the low teens this morning, Babe, the tractor, started right up in the barn. He got to work picking up some of the slash we have been dragging near the stock dam.
Lots of small slash piles
Rancher Dave’s office view moving slash
It is our 3rd November here in South Dakota, and really only the 2nd of having somewhat of a normal existence as ranchers since we were in the camper the 1st year. The rhythm of the seasons is starting to feel more comfortable. We are feeling much more prepared for winter than last year and definitely more than the first year we were out here. This blog is starting to get a little routine, more chasing cows, dragging slash, fixing equipment, stacking wood etc. Still, I really enjoy documenting our life here. If you would have told us ten years ago what we would be doing we would have said you were crazy. It turns out that we have never felt more at home. We have a lot to be thankful for.
Anyone who has ever lived in the country, especially on a dirt road will understand the never-ending war on dust. When we built this house, all of our neighbors said, “Don’t get a lot of carpet. It’s impossible to keep clean.” So we didn’t, and instead went with this dark flooring.
I can still hear the words of warning from one of my past co-workers, Cindy, who said, “Don’t get dark floors. They will always look dirty!” Obviously, I didn’t listen and Cindy, if you’re out there, you were absolutely right. The thing is, I love the look of these dark floors, especially when they are clean. The problem is (and believe me this is NOT something I would describe as a problem in any other context) we live on a dirt road, have a dirt driveway, our yard, while filling in with some grass, is still mostly dirt from construction. Add to that our mostly outdoor activities, which leads to muddy, dirty boots in and out of the house all day. Oh, don’t forget the super fuzzy and dirt- loving Sheriff, or rather, Joe Dirt.! The cumulative result of these factors is a very dirty/dusty looking floor.
It seems I am constantly sweeping, vacuuming, and mopping. I admit it has become somewhat of a neurosis, but when I see dusty paw prints or dust bunnies, I become a bit of a crazy lady and make a mad dash for the broom….. or my Halloween ride! Dave is a complete team player, mostly taking off his boots when coming in the house and he even went so far to build me a mop/broom station for organization.
Two days ago he again proved to be the MVP on the Holler. He went to get the mail and came back and said, “Look what I got ya!” And I was more than super excited to see it was a robotic vacuum cleaner! This is something I would have never bought for myself, but Dave is always solutions oriented and probably also tired of me crabbing about the dirty floors.
So here is my product review. This vacuum sucks. And that is awesome for a vacuum whose only job is to suck. It is smart enough to work its way around the room, it can go over hard floor and carpet, it’s slim enough to fit under the sofas and bedroom furniture, and when its battery starts running low, it finds its way back to the charging station. Win, win, win! Thanks, Dave! We do have to keep an eye on Joey, because he is quite interested in the thing and would probably like nothing better than to jump on it and tear it to pieces. Don’t do it, Joey!
We have been busy here, and despite the cold temperatures and wind, we built a fence for our neighbor, Sheri.
Surveying the line
Drilling holes for timbers
Leveling the H
Nice straight fence!
That was about a 3 day project, building H’s one day, 80 T-posts the next, and hanging wire on the third. We’ve become pretty efficient with the fence tool and post cannon, but we still get pretty sore from fence building.
I have sad news on the animal front regarding Goose the cat. Goose went missing about 3 weeks ago and while most country folks don’t think that is that long for a barn cat to wander, I feel like she must’ve gotten eaten by a coyote or a hawk. We see and hear coyotes almost every day and they also have to eat. Goose was pretty little and not so smart, poor thing. Maverick has always been more athletic, easily evading Joey and the neighbor dogs and shooting up a tree when necessary. He seems much happier without Goose, but Dave and I are sad and hopeful that either she still might return or that she met a quick ending. Another piece of country advice: Don’t get too attached to barn cats.
Finally, we had a fun night out last night. As is our new tradition, we spend election Tuesday evening with our dear friends, Cowboy and Linda, and drive 6 miles to the Pringle Fire Hall and cast our ballots. Then we walk literally around the building into the Hitch Rail Bar and Grill and have a delicious cheeseburger and some beers. Then we go vote again….just kidding. As we were driving there early yesterday evening, we saw an enormous bald eagle soaring along the highway. What a cool thing to see when heading to exercise your civic duty!
November has set in and things have slowed. Temps are dipping into the teens in the evenings and the days are cool but fortunately there has been a lot of sunshine and not a lot of that cold, white, fluffy stuff we won’t mention by name. We aren’t feeding cows yet, but they are all fat and contentedly laying around by mid-morning with full bellies from the grazing that remains in the pastures. Days are short, but sweet and we are looking forward to a fun, productive November, and also some dust-free floors!!!
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.
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.
Joey going for a swim
Arrow in the tub at the High Londsome
Joey makes himself at home in the High Londsome dog tub
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.
Towing the mower into the barn
Setting out the calf table for repainting and repair
Putting on the snow blower….wait, what? Not YET!!!!
A Mule-full of tumbleweeds
One of eight loads of debris
Tumbleweeds on the burn pile
Rancher Dave and Babe move more slash on top of the tumbleweeds to keep them from blowing away
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.
Sorting out a few cows
Muzzle and Mac in the corral
Honey in the chute but NOT the head gate
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
(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.)
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.
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!