Hoten Holler!

Life and Death on the Holler

30 April 2019 – Snowing and blowing, and 29 degrees

Advanced warning:  a long blog ahead due to a lot of happenings and a long time since the last post. In the words of Mark Twain, “I have made this longer than usual because I have not had time to make it shorter.”

April has been a really, really long month at the Holler.  After the first two calves were born exactly on time, the calving season took some strange and awful twists.  I wrote in the last blog about BlackJack #21 and Catch #22, so I will try to summarize what happened since then.

The next cow to calve was Hunny, and she gave birth with ease to a beautiful little heifer which we named Andie. Hunny calved like she always has; with ease and overnight without supervision.  She is an excellent mother.

Meet Andie, she’s our 3rd baby!

We had been checking cows several times a day, keeping a close eye on the remaining heifers that we hoped wouldn’t calve for a few more weeks, but as I previously wrote, there had been a random bull wandering through our pastures and we couldn’t be sure of their breeding dates.

On Monday, Tax Day, April 15th, Rancher Dave and I were up early and out the door to feed and check cows.  We put out the food and noticed that we were one cow short.  Almost immediately after noticing this, we saw Cherry Bomb (one of the questionable heifers) running down out of the woods to eat.  From her backside, it was obvious that she had calved but we didn’t see a baby anywhere.  We drove through the woods and found a barely breathing little calf.  There was no way to determine when she was born but two things were clear:  1.  She was struggling.  2.  Cherry Bomb was more interested in breakfast than anything we did to the calf.

Dave tried his best to dry her off while I tried to push Cherry Bomb toward her and away from the herd and breakfast.  I was completely unsuccessful.  Meanwhile, Cowboy Dave and Linda came out to see if they could help. They brought a shot of Vitamin B that gives newborn calves some energy to get up and eat.  They also brought a sled to drag the calf inside if necessary.  The shot didn’t do anything.  The poor little girl bellered a few times but did not jump up and look for food as we have seen calves do in the past.  We put her in the sled and drug her in front of Cherry Bomb, hoping she would follow her newborn away from the herd and give her some much needed attention.

After a lot of trying we eventually got the new baby and Cherry Bomb into a warm shed in the barn.  Unfortunately, the Mom didn’t seem to care too much about the baby and seemed confused and in horror about the whole birthing incident.  We decided  to bottle feed the new calf some colostrum since her Mom would not do it.

As a side for all of you Hoten Holler Follerers that are not cow people, colostrum is a compound found in cows’ milk immediately after they give birth. A calf needs this in at most 2 hours after being born to ensure that they have a solid immune system.  Two hours after birth, the calf’s stomach lining improves to the point that the colostrum won’t be absorbed and they will have a compromised immune system for their whole life, which means their whole life won’t be very long!

So we mixed up the colostrum and put it in a bottle and I held that baby in my lap as Rancher Dave tried to squeeze the mixture into her mouth.  Her mouth was cold and dry.  She was minimally responsive, giving a very weak moo here and there but unable to hold up her tiny head.  We rubbed her and rubbed her and tried to get her to swallow, but she just didn’t make it.  It was so sad.

Moving forward, we decided to keep our remaining heifers in a paddock where we could keep a close eye on them.  We assumed 2 hour shifts throughout the evenings.  Since all the cows are at the High Lonesome, Cowboy and Linda would do the midnight shift before going to bed and I would go at 2AM, Rancher Dave would go at 4AM and Cowboy was always up at 6AM which is after feeding time normally.

On the 18th, at 2AM one of the Heifers, #111 which we call Triple Sticks, seemed in intense pain and went off by herself.  I watched her for about 10 minutes and convinced myself she was about to calve.  I radioed Rancher Dave and said, “I’m coming home to get you, I think she’s about to calve so let’s watch together in case there is any trouble.”  Sleepy Rancher Dave got up and we returned to the High Lonesome by the light of the almost full moon to keep an eye on Triple Sticks.  We took turns napping in the truck in the 30 degree weather and checked on her with the spotlight about every 15 minutes.  At about 3:30 AM, Dave turned on the headlights of the truck and we could see a little white face next to the big white face of Triple Sticks. She had calved and immediately the little bull calf was up and nursing.  Fantastic! We named him Moonshine.  We call him “Shiner” because he has a white face and one big black eye.

Moonshine (Shiner) with his Mom, Triple Sticks

The next day, the 19th and Good Friday, another heifer  #112 which we call the Dirty Dozen, went into labor in the middle of the night.  At the 2AM shift she looked pretty uncomfortable so I watched her until about 2:45.  She hadn’t moved or got up or seemed like she was in pain so I went back to the Holler, knowing Rancher Dave would be out there in an hour or so.  At 4AM, Rancher Dave went back to check on her and she had calved a beautiful baby heifer.  It was Good Friday so we called her Goody.  In the daylight the next day we noticed she had two white back feet so we revised the name to Goody Two Shoes.

Goody and her Mom, the Dirty Dozen

Goody seemed just fine.  When Rancher Dave saw her at 4AM she was up and nursing on her Mom.   The next morning, Saturday, at the morning feeding and cow check, we once again noticed a missing cow.  Domino, an older cow with plenty of birthing experience, was laying off in the woods with her newborn calf.  It was a heifer and we named her Fatz.  She was doing great and Domino is an old and experienced mother.  We looked in at the heifer’s and newly calved mothers in the paddock and all was well. Goody and Moonshine were both nursing in the morning and up and bouncing about like new best friends.Goody was still a little bit wet so Rancher Dave toweled her off and her mom, the Dirty Dozen just stood there watching him and waiting for her own head scratch.  These are some very tame cows.

Rancher Dave toweling off Goody while scratching the Dirty Dozen’s head.

We were still watching #114, Valentine.

Saturday afternoon, while Cowboy Dave and Rancher Dave were disking and planting one of the fields, I took Sheriff Joe to the High Lonesome where Linda and I were going to let all the dogs go swimming in the pond.  When I arrived, Valentine was beginning to calf.  I radioed Rancher Dave and he and Cowboy came right down to the pasture where we watched Valentine pace around in labor. Poor Valentine really seemed to be struggling and eventually she laid down and pushed with all her might.  The calf was huge so Rancher Dave ran into the pasture and gave it a good tug.

Valentine says, “Thanks for the help, Dave!”

Valentine had a beautiful little girl which we dubbed “Cupid.”


Cupid was up and nursing in no time and feeling relieved about all the heifer births, Linda and I took the dogs to the swimming hole.

It was warm enough for a swim, but today it’s snowing!

Life was great and beautiful on the ranch.  It was a fantastic and extremely warm day and when we returned from the swimming hole all the calves were resting with their respective mothers. That was around 2PM.  At 3:30 PM Rancher Dave and I returned to the High Lonesome to check cows and feed for the afternoon.  We went to the paddock to count our three new calves but Goody was dead.

We were all in shock. This was a terrible event that was completely unpredictable. Considering that we had already lost Cherry Bomb’s calf, Rancher Dave and I decided there must be something wrong and called the vet.  Our Vet is incredible and even though it was the Saturday before Easter, she agreed to meet us at the clinic at 7PM and do a necropsy to help determine what may have killed the calf.

We loaded Goody into a large cooler and iced her down per the Vet’s instructions.  The vet did the necropsy right there on the tailgate of Dave’s truck and immediately determined that Goody’s lungs were full of foam indicating pneumonia.  She had a full belly of milk so her Mom, the Dirty Dozen had been doing her job, but she had acquired pneumonia and it killed her.

Rancher Dave and I returned to ranch in the early evening hours.  We had to divide and conquer.  On the vet’s orders we had to quarantine the two calves that had been in Goody’s vicinity, so I drove to the High Lonesome to close some gates and isolate them. Meanwhile, Rancher Dave had to take the calf carcass to an area on the ranch we call the boneyard.  He had been there two days earlier to drop off Cherry Bomb’s calf and had to return to the somber scene to leave Goody.  It was awful.

Our Easter Morning was ridiculously busy.  Per the Vet’s recommendation, we decided to vaccinate the rest of the calves against some pneumonia causing bacteria with a vaccine that we had to inject up their little noses. The catch was you had to mix the vaccine and administer it within one hour after mixing or it would not work.  At the time, we had the two remaining heifer calves in the paddock, Moonshine and Cupid. The rest of the calves were in the field and needed to be rounded up.  To complicate matters, Moonshine and Cupid were to be quarantined and any nose to nose contact with the other calves was prohibited.

We all went to work.  Rancher Dave and I set up cattle panels to prevent any nose to nose contact.  Cowboy and Linda worked to make sure there was water in every separate location for cows and calves.  Once the facilities were set, we discussed the plan. First we would isolate all the cows from their mothers so we could vaccinate them without interference and before the vaccine expired.  The only problem was the old cow, Domino, who had calved Fatz out in the field was not willing to come into the corral.  We considered that Fatz was one day old and Domino is extremely tame so we planned on just tackling her in the field.

We corralled up the rest of the herd and separated Black Jack, Catch and Andy from their moms who were not real happy with us.  Then we captured Moonshine and Cupid in a separate pen. We decided to give Cupid an antibiotic shot since she looked very low energy and the vet had recommended if either her or Moonshine looked dull that it wouldn’t hurt them and protect them from the possible bacteria that had caused pneumonia. . We mixed the vaccine and administered it up the little calf noses of everyone without incident except for Catch 22.  That little bull was not having it, and he repeatedly charged head first into the gate that was containing him.  This may sound silly since he was only about 10 days old but he could have easily broken any one of our legs.  He is STRONG!  Cowboy decided he would rope him and Rancher Dave tackled his front while Cowboy held his back and I shoved the vaccine up his angry little nose!

The next obstacle was getting to Fatz in the field before the time was up.  Cowboy, Linda and Rancher Dave sneaked up on her from three different directions while I lured away her mother, Domino, with a bucket of cow cake.  Domino is so tame and she was hungry so she came away with me without a thought about her baby.  Meanwhile, Cowboy roped Fatz’s leg and Rancher Dave tackled her and they not only vaccinated her but put in her ear tag!  Now that’s a rodeo.


All the calves were vaccinated and the four of us congratulated ourselves because of our performance.  We had over 30 minutes left on the clock. It wasn’t a typical Easter egg hunt, but it was a memorable Easter morning.  I had planned to cook Easter supper for all of us and Linda said, “Let’s just do Easter supper on Monday.”  I said, “No!  The house is clean, it probably won’t be tomorrow!  Let’s just do it tonight!”  And we did, and we had a great Easter supper and mourned our little Goody together and celebrated the victories we had had that week and that life is mostly good on the ranch.

The next day, we immediately noticed that Moonshine, one of the quarantined calves, was pretty dull.  While the other young calves were up and running about and kicking and bucking, he was lying quietly off on his own and not nursing. We watched him all day and while he did nurse, he just seemed sick and laid around with no energy.  In the afternoon he began panting which is a tell-tale sign of pneumonia.  We took his temperature (which shouldn’t be easy to do for a young calf, but he gave not dispute) and he had a little fever.  We administered him an antibiotic shot, once again without any sort of battle or even protestation….not normal.

Sleeping Moonshine.

We watched him lay around and it appeared he was going to die because he was just laying there audibly wheezing..  Of course this all happened late in the afternoon and our vets were no longer in the office.  We called one of our neighbor’s vets who made house calls. The doc came out and took his temperature and listened to his lungs.

He said he did NOT have pneumonia.  He thought his trachea was swollen possibly from eating grass or dirt, and that it could be the lead-in to diphtheria.  UGH!!!  He gave him an anti-inflammatory and said to keep an eye on him. Every day that little guy just lays around panting, but in the mornings and evenings he gets up and nurses and bucks around a little, but not like the other calves.

Rancher Dave went out and watched him one morning and said he doesn’t nurse like the other babies.  Instead of latching on to one teat, he goes from teat to teat to teat and tries to get milk from each.  We decided to put him in with Dirty Dozen, the mom that lost Goody, since Dirty Dozen’s bag is still large and full of milk.

Trying to get Shiner to nurse off of Dirty Dozen

She protested at first but then we watched him nurse her bag dry.  We did this for several days in isolation and in the hopes that eventually she would nurse him in the open.  This had not happened after about two days and we discovered that instead of nursing him, the other baby in the quarantine, Cupid, was nursing off Dirty Dozen and not off of her mom, Valentine!  So in another attempt to get that guy some more nutrition, we mixed up milk replacement and bottle fed him.  He did not go for it and finally showed some signs of life and ran and started nursing his true momma.

Trying to get Shiner to drink from a bottle

After the quarantine was up we released all the new moms and babies out with the rest of the herd.  We were at our wits end about what to do about that dull little Moonshine, but he obviously is getting some food because he is getting bigger and stronger every day.  It seemed like being in the herd was exactly what he and Cupid needed.  Both calves were more energetic than we had seen them when confined, however, their lazy mothers went off and left them one afternoon and both of them wandered back to the paddock and were mooing looking for their moms.  Moonshine even escaped under the barbed wire and wandered out into the National Forest.  Rancher Dave and I shooed him back onto the High Lonesome and this time he bellered and his mother finally came to see about him.  These cows are driving us nuts!

The day we released the quarantined girls out into the herd, Marzee, our giant red cow decided to calve.  She was a champ calving in the afternoon (not 3AM!) and getting her gigantic baby out and up and nursing in less than an hour.  This is her baby, a heifer we named Lucky because she is number seven.

Lucky at birth, Marzee is the big red hippo in the back and Nosey Rosie, the big black cow licking the calf, will not stay away from a new baby.  

A day later, we tagged Lucky and watched again in the afternoon as Patsy decided to have her calf.  She was not the pro that Marzee was and walked all over the pasture, but once the baby was born it was up and nursing and also a strong little heifer.  Cowboy and Linda named her Countess because her tag is #123….counting  1, 2, 3. Sorry, no pictures of Countess yet.

Today, we rounded up the two new babies and separated them from their mommas to give them the nasal injection vaccination to prevent pneumonia.  It is a rodeo every day out here separating cow/calf pairs and tackling these strong babies. This part is still fun for us, as long as nobody else gets sick!

1 May 2019 – SNOWING and 30 degrees!

I am finishing this blog up this morning, mostly because it is wet and miserable outside and there isn’t much work that we can do.  We did find Moolah at 6AM this morning after she had just calved.  Her baby, Mitzy, was laying in the snow so we put her in the sled and drug her to the barn with Moolah following right behind.  Moolah is a good Mom and was nursing her baby shortly with no incident.  We are keeping them inside for shelter.

Moolah standing guard in front of little Mitzy, hard to see on the ground in the shadows.

We are pretty tired because in between all the cow chaos we have been disking and planting, trying to get oats in the ground for our short South Dakota growing season.  I guess we should be grateful for the snow and moisture, but we are so worried about our herd that it’s hard to appreciate it.  We remind ourselves that there are many surrounding cattle ranches where the cows are out in the field without shelter and they do just fine even in this late spring cold weather.

Rancher Dave sewing his oats


We have seven calves to go, if all goes well. It is supposed to be in the 50’s and 60’s for the next week.  Smooth sailing, right?

8 May 2019 – Cloudy and snow flurries

Here I am again, delaying getting this blog out.  Although it is snowing and blowing, all of our calves seem to be doing really well, even Moonshine.  We are still waiting on the seven remaining calves.  In other news, we finished disking and planting all the fields.

One more sad piece of information.  One of the beehives did not survive the winter.  I thought we were home free since there was a lot of bee activity in both hives at the end of April, but I guess there was just one cold snap too many and I discovered a giant pile of dead bees in front of my original hive.

RIP my little bees

I am still witnessing activity in the newer hive, although this current round of snow is preventing any of them from venturing outside.  If they can just hang in there, spring is coming! Everything is turning green and there are lots of little flowers and dandelions for the bees to harvest.

Filling water in a northern pasture

I’ll try to do better about posting this month.  We hope everyone out there in the real world is having a great May so far!

Starting to feel like spring!


Get that Bull a Cigar!

10 April 2019 – Freezing rain and 24 degrees

It appears our bomb-cyclone-avoiding luck has run out.  We are sitting in the middle of a nasty winter storm today, complete with freezing rain, snow, and 40mph winds. The snow isn’t really sticking so it doesn’t look that bad in the pictures, but it is fairly unpleasant outside for April.

Cows eating on a cold day

Despite the weather, Rancher Dave is out in Babe, the tractor, disking up the fields.  He said it is actually the perfect temperature for disking since the ground is kind of wet, but the dirt is too cold to clump up on the disks.  He is pretty cozy in the tractor cab and said he even has to keep one of the windows cracked to prevent from getting too warm.

We had such fantastic luck with oats last year that we decided to plant more this year.  Rancher Dave called the seed store in Rapid and went down there to buy a pallet of Goliath Oats.  When he got there, he paid the guy and went down to the warehouse to pick up the pallet.  Unfortunately, they had made a mistake and didn’t have any oats in the warehouse!  They made it right and delivered the pallet to our barn to make up for the trouble.  This all happened on April Fool’s Day so Rancher Dave thought he could pull a good joke on me about the whole debacle.  When he got home from Rapid I saw his truck coming up the drive so I went to put on my boots and work gloves so I could help him unload.  When I got up to the barnyard, I saw him standing next to the empty trailer with his head in his hands and he said, “I lost the pallet!  It must have fallen off somewhere between here and Rapid!”  Normally I would not fall for these shenanigans but I was completely caught off guard that day.  I said, “Oh no!  I’ll go call the Highway Patrol and see if they’ve seen it!”  My fear was that it would have killed someone if they hit a giant pallet full of oats, and also my mind began racing about how in the heck we would reload it if we did find it.  Then Dave said, “April Fools!” Ha ha…nice one Dave.  Just remember paybacks are hell!  So my plotting begins,  Bwahahahahaha.

We were hoping to get the oats in the ground before this big round of moisture, but they were just delivered yesterday afternoon, so it will have to wait.  Last year we got them planted on the 16th of April so we aren’t too late yet.

Meanwhile, calving season has commenced.  On the 5th of April, and exactly on schedule, Dairy Queen calved a cute little bull which we named BlackJack.  He is the 21st cow we have out here now thus the name.

Dairy Queen and BlackJack

DQ is a fantastic first-time mom and is constantly licking and grooming the little guy.  He is super strong already and every morning goes zooming and kicking around the pasture.

Three days later, Rosie calved a little bull in the wee hours of the morning.  This is her 5th baby and she snuck off in the early AM to give birth by herself.  He brings the herd total to 22 so we named him “Catch 22.”

Rose and Catch

We have separated the new moms and babies from the rest of the herd for a couple of days, and now that the weather is so awful, they are in one of the barn corrals where they have some shelter from the freezing rain.  We also corralled Honey because she really looks like she could have her baby at any moment.  The rest of the herd has access to a big loafing shed and another covered pen.  We are really hoping no one decides to calve until Friday when the wind and moisture will subside and the warmer temperatures will return. According to our records, no one else should calve until the 24th because they weren’t exposed to our bull before that.  There were a few “traveling salesmen” bulls that wandered through our pastures last spring, and if anyone calves in the next few days the timing could mean that one of those bulls was the responsible party.  We did have Rosie and Dairy Queen in with our bull, Koozy, when we first bought him last summer, so we know for sure that Black Jack and Catch are his kids. Nice job, Koozy! Get that bull a cigar!

Catch trying to catch some Z’s

Time keeps speeding by and we can hardly believe we are already in the middle of April..  I wanted to write a blog post on the 31st of March because it was the three year anniversary of the day that Dave and I left Florida with the U-haul full of our things and headed out toward our new lives here in the Black Hills!. I missed the date because the weather was too nice to be inside writing a blog.  Dave and I did celebrate with a fancy box of wine.  We are both amazed at the amount of things we have learned and experienced in just three short years, and our only regret is we didn’t start this adventure sooner.  We can’t wait to see what will happen in the next three years. I’m sure it will go by in the blink of an eye, and I can tell you I am already looking forward to the next April Fool’s Day.  Look out, Dave!

The Holler 2019

Sun and Water

21 March 2019 – Sunny and highs in the upper 50’s…  WOO HOO!

Everyone on the Holler is in a good mood.  The sun is shining, the snow is melting, and there is water everywhere.  We have water in the stock dam which would be really great if it held all year.  We have a river running through our front yard and another in the northern pasture.

So much water in the stock dam. If only it would last all summer!
A river running through the northern pasture.
Sheriff Joe hunting in the snow next to the stock dam.


The cows are fat and happy.  They have been soaking in the sunshine in the afternoon and laying in the fields.

Fat and Happy Cows relaxing in the warmer weather.
Patsy off laying by herself….is she getting ready to calve or just annoyed with all the other ladies?

The bees are buzzing.  Despite my doom and gloom attitude of once again believing they did not survive the winter, both hives have been exhibiting a lot of activity since the temperatures have warmed up.  I was worried several weeks ago when there was so much snow on the ground and the temperatures had been so low.  When it finally warmed a bit, I went to check the exterior of the hives and it looked like someone had vacuumed all the bees out, killed them and dumped them in the snow.

I am assuming they had just been hiding so long from the cold that they had to take advantage of the warm day and dump out all the dead.  I really hope that we have some good foraging for them this summer. In about 6 weeks I will begin planting things, including some plants especially for them.

None of the cows have had their calves yet, and we are truly grateful that no one decided to give birth during the bomb cyclone that went just south of us.  We really just had a lot of wind and a little snow, but the wet and windy conditions aren’t good for new babies.

The Stagecoach Springs gang has a pool going on which cow will be the first to calve.  The ante is a six pack of beer.  I bet on Rosie today….so if she doesn’t calve today then I’m out a six pack. Linda and Rancher Dave picked Marzee on the 23rd and 27th respectively.  Cowboy has his beer on Rosie but not until the 27th.  Rosie did look pretty fat and happy this morning but does not appear to be bagging up yet so it is not looking good for my beer bet. I still may have a shot at the bonus beer which is a bet on the sex of the calves.

The barn is nearly out of hay.  Maverick is quite ticked that his furniture is all gone, but I think he is enjoying the warmer weather as well.

The only one that isn’t happy about the melting snow is the Sheriff.  He will go out and find the only patch of snow left and roll all over it.  Then he will lay there and refuse to move.  He loves winter!  I think he is considering moving to Alaska for the summer.

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Sheriff Joe finds one of the remaining spots of snow to cool himself.

That’s about it for March so far.  We hope everyone out there is enjoying spring as much as we are!



In Like a Lion

4 March 2019 – Frigid and negative 15 this morning

I’m eating my words for bragging about the last polar vortex missing us.  This morning the wind chill was -23 and nothing would start.  Rancher Dave went out to start the gas generator which he uses to heat up the tractor, but the generator said, “Um, NO!  It’s too cold!” We use the generator because our house is completely on solar power so it would not work to have a block heater plugged in all night.

Unfazed, Rancher Dave plugged the tractor block heater into the house once the sun came up and we were harvesting as much solar energy as we could use.  He also went to start the Mule, but the Mule was on strike too. About an hour of heating the tractor started right up, but the Mule would not participate.  Rancher Dave drove the tractor to the field and the Sheriff and I loaded up in the pickup which started without protest. Out to the field we went and Joey and I were quite happy to be inside the warm pickup cab instead of the open air Mule.  Rancher Dave was nice and cozy inside the cab of Babe, too.

Dave unrolls a bale of hay, he’s hard to see but he’s by the trees in the background.

After unrolling the bale of hay, I let the cows out from the adjacent field.  They looked miserable.  One of the cows that we call Dirty Dozen had so many icicles on her mouth I wondered if she would be able to eat.  They came charging through the gate and I was happy to see the Dirty Dozen chowing down on her breakfast.

The herd waiting in line for breakfast
Icicles on the Dirty Dozens chin

As the cows walk through the gate I try to get a good look at each one of them because we are about four weeks away from our first expected calves.  I try to look at their eyes, ears, and feet, and since all the ladies are very pregnant I try to get a good look at their udders (bags) and their backsides as well.  Under the careful tutelage of Cowboy Dave and Linda, we have learned a lot about calving.  The best indication of impending birth is a bag full of milk and teats pointing straight out.  Second, we  try to look at the underside of the tail for any mucus. Linda says, “Get a good look up their address!”   Also, a cow with labor pains will spend a lot of time licking her belly and you can tell if she’s been doing that by her fur.

Fat ladies coming through!

After Rancher Dave gets the hay rolled out, he gets out of the tractor and walks amongst the feeding herd to give them the once over as well.  Two sets of eyes are definitely better than one, but it is also nice for the cows to get used to us walking around them.  That way, if they do have any problems birthing they won’t panic because the ranchers are right up in their business.

We are really hoping that nobody calves in this weather.  A lot of local ranchers are already calving and could really use a break from these unusually low temperatures.  A wet calf in minus 20 wind chill doesn’t have much of a chance.  Cowboy Dave and Linda told us that one unusually cold spring they lost 3 calves in one day to the bitter cold.  Ugh.  Hang in there ladies!  No babies yet, please!IMG_E8159

Next we go about breaking the ice and filling the water tank.  You can see we have really only been able to keep one big hole open on this tank.  This proved to be a blessing in disguise the other morning because Muzzle, one of the pregnant girls, decided she wanted to get water and no one was going to stand in her way.  Our little bull, Hugo, was trying to get a drink when Muzzle came up beside him and head butted him in the side so hard he came off his feet and landed right in what would have been the middle of the stock tank.  Fortunately there was so much ice there he just slipped right off and back onto solid ground.  Mean old Muzzle.  It’s not just her, all the cows seem to be cranky and headbutting each other.  They are sick of the cold too!

Once everyone is fed, we put up all the equipment in the barn and head into the nice warm house.  It feels so good coming in out of the cold, and Joey immediately passes out.  From our windows we can see the cows eating for about two hours and then they go to the stock tank for a drink and up into the woods for some shelter.

It’s getting to be pretty routine, but this will come to an end once the calfies come.  When the snow melts and there is green grass to graze the feeding chores (and hopefully chopping ice) will come to an end.  We will still have to fill water and check cows daily, but the focus of the day will shift to disking and planting next year’s hay crop.  Of course many other outdoor projects will take over when the weather warms up and we will probably be spending most of the days outside.  I can’t wait!  Meanwhile, it is going to be a warmer night, forecast only to get down to zero. Maybe some of the equipment will start in the morning!

The Sheriff waits next to the tractor while Rancher Dave and I inspect the herd


Hey Winter, We’re Done!

17 Feb 2019 – Snowing and a high of 10 degrees

Remember back in November when I wrote how much I like snow.  That was definitely a November comment.  By the time February rolls around we are ready to see some sunshine and some green grass.  The weather gods don’t seem to care about what we want.IMG_8095

I guess we will appreciate the spring that much more if it ever warms up! Meanwhile, we are plowing through February, literally.

Rancher Dave plows Stagecoach Springs Rd.

We decided to take advantage of a relatively warm and sunny day and stock up on some hay in case we run out.  We had a great hay season last year, but we ended up with four additional cows to feed so we may end up short depending on the weather.  When it is really cold like it has been, the cows require more food because they are burning a lot of energy to just stay warm. We figured we could buy them all coats and mittens, or we could just feed them more. Cows are really fussy about their fashion choices, so we opted to increase the feed.  We bought hay in April last year because of a late spring snow storm and it was pretty pricey, so this year we think we are ahead of the game by buying it in February.  Plus, we can store it inside the barn if we don’t use it all.


I think Maverick, the barn cat, was excited to see some hay coming in instead of all of it leaving.  He is running out of hiding places as we keep feeding all of his “furniture” to the cows.

Maverick lounging in the sun on top of the hay bales

We have taken pity on the poor little guy  because the temperatures have been dipping below zero at night, Dave and I let him sleep in the mud room.  Dave grabs his box and I grab him and bring him in the house quietly so that Sheriff Joe doesn’t suspect anything.  The first few nights he was so quiet and didn’t make a peep.  The 3rd night we brought him in he decided he would meow all night.  The Sheriff didn’t care for that behavior and decided he should stay up all night monitoring the situation.  The animal drama never ceases around here.

Speaking of the Sheriff, his first birthday is in two days! The amount of growing a puppy does in one year is pretty amazing.

The Sheriff today after rolling in the snow…he’s pushing 90 lbs now!
The Sheriff in May, barely tall enough to get to his bowl.  He weighed less than 20 lbs here.

He definitely loves being a rancher, riding in the mule, chasing cows, playing with the neighbor dogs, and rolling in the snow drifts. (Oh, and we definitely love him too!) Happy Birthday, Joey!

The amount of snow and cold temperatures allowed us to finally get some of our slash piles burnt. There is always a little anxiety associated with lighting these large piles, even when they are surrounded by snow.  Fortunately, they all burned down really well and without incident.

A big burning pile of slash

That’s all there is going on here on the Holler.  We are anticipating calves in about six weeks so we hope winter gets all it wants to get done before then.  We hope everyone is staying warm out there in civilization.

Cows headed back to the High Lonesome after feeding and watering in the snow


February Freeze

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.

A wintery view down our driveway
From the top of Stagecoach Springs

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.

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.

New coffee table
Cowhide rug

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.

Freestyle bullfighting link

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.

Feeding time at the High Lonesome

Again, Happy February everyone. We hope things are going well out there in the real world!

A Blustery Day

26 January 19 – Sunny and Snowing??? High in the 30’s and crazy wind

The Holler is once again covered in white as we have had several dustings of snow in the past few days.  The temperatures really haven’t been too bad, but the wind is really howling which makes the snow drift and also makes it seem much colder than it is.

A beautiful morning for the morning feed!

One consequence of all this wind is the effect it has on the “lanes” that Rancher Dave cleared in the snow.  He clears the lanes as a place for us to feed the cattle so the hay doesn’t get wet and there isn’t a lot of waste.  The wind has caused the snow to drift over the lanes and consequently, there has been a lot of wasted hay.  We decided to remedy this problem by picking up an extra feeder from Cowboy Dave.

Rancher Dave uses Babe to haul the feeder back to the Holler.

We have too many cows right now to feed in one feeder.  They just end up fighting and the less aggressive cows don’t get any food.  Rancher Dave used Babe and brought this other feeder over from the High Lonesome so we could have “slots” for everyone.

Cows at the old and new feeders

This seemed to help with feeding, that is until the cows decided to wait by the feeders at feeding time.  It is nearly impossible to get in there with the Mule while they crowd around and greedily try to get all the hay while we try to put it into the feeder.  Our cows are usually nice and gentle, but when they are hungry they get really pushy. They remind us of all the crazy  people at the buffet line on a cruise ship; they want their biscuits and they want them NOW! They have no fear of me or Dave, but they really don’t like Sheriff Joe  growling and barking at them. We have been working on the “sit/stay” command to keep him in the mule because while his intentions are to help, he really just creates more chaos.  Rancher Dave and I agree that steady, calm demeanors and a lack of chaos s the best way to deal with 20 hungry cows!

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Cows at the new feeder


We also put out a new mineral lick to keep them all healthy. It seems like the cows like to prank one another after evening feeding.  The big joke is to trick one of the cows while she is immersed in the lick.  While she is intensely licking away, they all slowly and quietly sneak off to the north and into the woods to shelter for the night.  Inevitably, the lone cow looks up from the lick and appears to freak out.  “Where did everybody go?” The lone cow starts running around and mooing until she gets a whiff of the herd, or she gets eyes on everyone hiding in the woods.  Then she will slow to a walk and start lowly mooing as if to say, “Ha ha, very funny guys.  You got me!”  It is quite funny to watch and strangely enough they seem to prank a different cow every day. You may be wondering how good can cows really be at hiding in the woods, so I ask you, have you ever seen a cow in the trees?  I rest my case.

Meanwhile, we are burning through a ton of wood to keep the house warm.

A significant amount of wood remaining for hopefully not a significant amount of winter remaining.

We are still pretty full up in the wood shed despite reloading the wood box about every three days.  Also, we keep the house in around 75 degrees!  We decided after living in the camper for nearly a year that we don’t have to be cold. After working outside and coming in from the cold, the warmth of the wood stove feels so good that it makes you just want to pass out!

A well deserved nap after a cold day of chores.


Looking forward to February, we will probably need to buy some more hay because we are feeding four more cows than we had anticipated.  We are also planning on starting on building a hay loft in the barn.  We also have to get ready for calving season, although April is the first expected due-date, you never know if someone will show up early!  And, as my Mom and Dad would say, there is only one more full moon until Spring!

The barn in the frosty trees.


Two Weeks In…..

15 January 2019 – Cloudy and 32

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!

Rancher Dave wearing ski goggles to feed….it was really windy!

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.

Bale Unroller picking up a big round bale.  This is pre-paint coat.

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.

Cowboy Dave checking out his new cow.

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?

Smudge looks just like domino except her eye makeup is smudged whereas Domino’s is a perfect circle.

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!

That’s all that is new on the Holler.  We hope everyone is doing well out there in the real world.

Joey and I snap a selfie in the truck.  


The Great Calf Escape of 2018

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!”

Rancher Dave breaking ice in the stock tank

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.

Cowboy Dave checking out the herd eating in the bunks

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.

Plowed area in the field with hay set out for our spoiled cows.  Holler and the barn in the back.

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.

Shuffling around in the snow trying to catch up with escapees

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.

The two culprits apprehended once again

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.

Red Barn, White Snow, Blue Tractor.  

We hope everyone out there has a fantastic New Year.  Stay warm! It beats the other options.

The herd enjoying the cleared field for breakfast.  Bon Appetit!





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