Trench Digging

Old irrigation pipeWe had been using aluminum 2 inch aluminum pipe for our irrigation line that fills stock tanks and waters the garden and lawn. The years have taken their toll on the line, and I do mean years, these pipes came with the farm when we purchased it in 1978, and they had more than a decade wear on them at that time. There has been a lot of repairs over the years from frozen water busting open long slices to cows that have trampled, flattened or bent the pipes into irregular shapes. The pipe had finally been too ‘holey’ and worn to fix any more. Continue reading


The Fence Is There Somewhere

A barb wire fence washed out from high water and piled under debris.Every year we have to reclaim the fences that inevitably get washed out along the river. The swift current drags debris onto the fence before it breaks from the weight. Once broken, the water carries it downstream and buries posts wire and all beneath soil, rocks and vegetation. Continue reading

Plop On Top

Barns are messy places, especially where the cows stand. They drag the mess in on their big feet and add much more volume after that. What is left after they leave the barn is called muck, I believe it stands for mud + yuck. Anyway, the cows deposit a lot of muck while they stand around eating their meals and it has to be cleaned out every so often. With our winter coming in February and March this year, we fell behind with the barn cleaning duties and the muck levels were getting higher and higher. Continue reading

At The Edge Of The Fence

Springtime is busy for coyotes. The hunt for food brings them closer to the cows than usual especially when there is calving going on and they have been known to come close to the barns and house in search of dinner in the form of cats. Even though these predators are much smaller that cows, they run in packs and look for those weak newborns or cows struggling to deliver. Overpowering by sheer numbers is their game.

These coyotes were spotted as I looked out my dinning room window. They were just beyond the fence and about 50 yards away. They seem to follow a trail each morning coming from the North where some new pups have been heard yipping in the hills. In the evening, the commute takes them back to the North. We call the trail Coyote Highway since it is used so much by the same group.

Let Me In

The weather has not been cooperating to be able to get the seedlings planted on the hill so we have been keeping busy with other projects around the farm. Snow and frozen ground have that job on hold while orders for firewood have skyrocketed.

Remember the commercial where the excited early shopper pressed her face and hands against the front door while chanting “open, open, open”? I’m not sure what the ad was about or what it was trying to entice me to buy,  but I remember the shopper clearly.

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Evidence Of A Peaceful Slumber

Spots melted in a snowy field.We have our own version of crop circles, very small crop circles.

Rounded spots where the critters had bedded down before the snowfall remained clear while the rest of the field was coated white.

Our little field by the bridge showed exactly where the main herd of cows had spent the snowy night although the critters had gotten up and moved on several hours before sunrise. The little crop circles tell the story of the cold night and sleeping cows.



Black And White Spotted

We have Black Angus cows. They are hard to find on a dark night but easy to spot in a snowstorm, usually.

The question comes up relatively often about our cows being left out in the cold or in stormy conditions. My reply is that they are wearing the best fur coat in nature and that they are comfortable no matter if it is 1 degree or 100, they are outdoor creatures.

Black Angus with snowballs hanging on them.The snow had been coming down in platter-sized flakes just before this group came into the barn to eat.

From the looks of them, they had bedded down while the worst/best of the weather hit and they came into the manger all spotted with snowballs hanging on their backs, necks, tails and underbellies.

The barn soon filled with steam as their body heat rose while eating.