Bonnie, the Jersey cow

Our latest addition to the menagerie came last week in the form of a 4 yr old doe-eyed dairy bovine with fawn colored skin and a silky brown tail.  Ponderous belly swollen with her impending calf, she descended from the trailer and surveyed her domain. 

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Our ten grassy acres with tall shade trees and a cool clean barn was  a far cry from her former living quarters.  Up to her knees in muck with no dry place to lay down and no shelter, her old home was not worthy of her highness.  This new place was much  more to her liking and she showed her approval by promptly diving into the fresh spring grass and shoving the Holstein bottle calves out of her way. 

Her highness becomes a bit undignified though when the whistle is sounded and the grain bucket rattled.  Her addiction to this cracked grain ambrosia causes her to throw haughtiness to the wind and come a-running, belly swinging, udder flopping, tail flying in the wind. 

 

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Watching her coming, I had flashbacks of my third pregnancy and the sounds of the Dreyer’s coffee ice cream container opening… Let’s just say the scene was somewhat similar…

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A Few of my Favorite Things….

 

For some reason, the song ” A Few of my Favorite things” from The Sound of Music, has been running through my head, non stop, for three days…..

 

Don’t know if it’s the season or hormones, but I decided the only cure was to share some of my favorite things….

 

If the song gets stuck in your head, maybe it will get out of mine…. not that it’s such a bad song, but come on, three days?!?!

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My girls, my sisters, my friends…. ladies, what would we do without girlfriends?? 

We’d probably go postal alot sooner!!

 

 

 

 My little punks…. Man, I’m crazy about these kids…..here they are pretending to be city kids in CA….. they only look normal….

The look on my little ones face?

Yeah, that’s normal….for her anyway….she lives in purple fairyland where it’s all rainbows and dewdrops…..Honey, can I come too?

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The view from our arena— I would love to take credit for this picture, but I can’t–

My litt100_0221le Kodak camera cannot keep up with my punk little sister’s Nikon d40— hence, my coveting for which I have to repent on a daily basis…

 

But this is part of our crazy herd…they love kicking their heels up after a good rain…I love watching them run…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 And last, budsc_0019t NOT least, my handsome husband…..in chaps……pardon me while I go and take a cold shower…..

 

                                            

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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White Chicken Chili

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Here under Cooking with Loving Hands

Prairie Ranch Apple Crisp

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Recipe here- Cooking with Loving Hands

Published in: on November 11, 2008 at 10:43 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Cowboy Key Lime Pie

005 Its sweet, its easy, its out of focus– make it anyway!

Check it out under Cooking with Loving Hands

Published in: on November 9, 2008 at 8:08 am  Leave a Comment  
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Branding

Aaaahhhh!!! Sniff, sniff….

Branding day- the smell of burning hair, the bawling of calves, the chaos of people and cows and branding irons and vaccination guns, all in close proximity.

Did I mention HOT branding irons?

Note the flame coming off the hide of this poor calf-

I could pretend to be all politically correct and worried about the pain that the calf is going through, but, it’s a necessary fact of life for these calves, the pain is momentary, and within moments, it’s done and they are off to mama.

Yes, occasionally someone gets stuck with the vaccination needle- but its’s ok- they are guaranteed not to get blackleg or rhinovirus for at least a year-

In this yearly event, all the community that is available participates, moving from ranch to ranch, often branding 300 calves in just a few hours.

Cow/calf pairs are rounded up from the pasture by 4-wheelers and horses, brought into the corrals, sorted and seperated. Groups of up to 50 calves at a time are run into a corral filled with people. Two folks pick out a calf, grab it from the group, wrestle it to the ground, and while one person sits on its head and one holds its feet, it is systematically vaccinated, branded, and if need be, castrated.

Hence the Rocky Mountain Oysters: Castration is done by the older guys with a knife and their fingers- generally the knife is held in the teeth inbetween cuts-

No, I am not joking- it’s the way it’s done- The cool thing is, the kids are brought right into the middle of things- this is my girl, barely 75 lbs, sitting on the head of a 200 lb calf that she brought down (with help!)

Castration was not something my kids learned how to do that day, but eating calf nuts fresh fried on the branding iron was not an experience my 12 yr old son was able to pass up!
Sorry, no pics of that one!!

At the end of the morning, an enormous feast is spread in the ranch house- 5 main dishes in enormous crockpots, huge baskets of bread, 5 different kinds of salad, iced tea and lemonade, and 10 different kinds of pie.

That, and the unlimited beer (come on, this is ranch country-beer is water here), are all the pay that the folks get.

Then onto another day and another ranch, 300 more calves, more beer and more food—it’s a good ranch life!!

Published in: on November 4, 2008 at 1:22 pm  Leave a Comment