The Working Ranch Blogosphere

Wanting life beyond our own is humanity in its simplest form. Jeremy and I are no exception to this simple rule. We’ve dreamed of giving life to a perfect combination of the best of us.
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If you've been paying attention, you know by now that weaning time in the Fall is one of my favorite times of the year. However, as is life, there is a downside.
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I believe animals and cowboys are a precious gift...
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A few weeks back we had a little mishap on the ranch. It was no big deal really. We were taking some cows north from the first group of pairs that we had weaned. We preg checked them the day before and they were all bawled out from their calves so we figured it was safe to move 'em on to winter pasture. We were mostly right.
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I love all of Jeff Foxworthy's redneck jokes. I thought with the Harvest, Thanksgiving and Christmas coming up I would add a different spin on this. I feel so fortunate to be a part of the ranching/farming community and I think there's a little "Redneck" in most of us.
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This poem was an email I sent to Brett regarding his blog on Providence. I went to see my dad who turned 80 in September the first part of October. While I was gone I asked my friend and neighbor Sandy, to watch my little border collie Dot. She likes to roll over and get a belly rub so Sandy was glad to give her one. She found 3 lumps, 1 marble size and 2 pea size on her belly. When I got home she told me about this and her husband (vet) Dr. Carl got her right in. He was concerned because the lumps were in her mammory line. She did have cancer but Dr. Carl got it all. It's so strange because I rub her belly probably 3-4 times a day and hadn't noticed them. New eyes and touch along w/friendship saved my dog, my partner. We had a super dog, one of those once in a life time dogs and Dot is his only known daughter. I shared this poem that my husband, Todd, wrote about Jiggs with Brett and Tammy's Cowdogs. Anyway I was encouraged to send this along myself. Enjoy.
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The land of the shortgrass is my home. It is often brutal in the winter, with winds whipping off the mountains carrying storms across these high altitude plains. It can be dry as a bone into the summer, with ranchers crying for rain.
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With Veterans Day near, I thought I'd share a little story. My story isn't very grandiose or impressive. I am not a veteran. I have not served in the military or fought on a battlefield. My grandfathers are veterans of war and I have dear friends on active duty at this very moment. Through these relationships, the dangers of war are more personal and real. Yet, I have not actually walked a day in their shoes.
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Last week we got in some little stocker heifers that belong to a neighbor for winter grazing. There’s just something about lightweight cattle that makes them more ornery than bigger calves. In the pasture they’re in, there is hot wire fence all along the west side. Naturally, the first night, they busted right through it in several places.
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I'm the kind of guy who believes everything happens for a reason. To me, there is a purpose in life and that purpose works its way out in our day to day lives as circumstances come upon us. Our only role is to choose how we react to these circumstances.
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