Recently, I remarked to several friends who'd encouraged me to update this blog, that the problem with living on a ranch and writing about it, is that you're living on a ranch. It's busy. It's unpredictable. And it's exhausting.
One season turns into another with a new set of challenges and experiences to enjoy and persevere. There is, as the proverbial saying goes, no rest for the weary.
We are on the brink of calving season, due to begin April 20, although there's been a few early arrivals. It seems we've been preparing forever, getting calving supplies ready, making sure there are plenty of hands, and setting out bales in the fields for the cows during their delivery time. Along with another of the farm wives, I've pulled twines from almost 900 round bales, and there's still a few hundred to go. The cows, 3000 in all, and including 1300 or so first-time calvers, all need to be sorted into manageable herds and moved to their prospective birthing grounds.
At the beginning of February, we moved a herd of 750 cows or so to the north end of the ranch. It was a frosty and sunny winter day.
|Move along, ladies.|
Saying prayers for a successful and bountiful calving season, strength for all the cowboys, and no wrecks.