Monthly Archives: July 2012

More Bulls

Had an easy morning with the plumbers here to fix the pressure system on the well. Works wonderfully now and no messy leaking.

Then the help came, after they had already put in a days work.

It is such a privilege to be around good men, one not wasted on me. I appreciate a good Hand too, more than most people.

A person wouldn’t think going down this trail alone would be a little spooky but for a flat lander, bushes like these can be a little intimidating.

And on the other side, perfect moose habitat and we have seen them in here.

So we pulled 15 bulls out of the hardest pasture today and only 9 left in this field.

Maybe could have done more but a storm was approaching and we decided retreat might be the better part of valor today.

I really enjoyed these roadside flowers as we hauled the bulls down to the bull pasture.


Bull poker tiime for these ol boys. They can hang around and swap heifer stories and eat to their hearts content.

Pulling Bulls

Bulls, bulls and more bulls. Pulled half a dozen today. They walk so sloooooow!

As always Crystal help was much appreciated. Love her new horse Jesse, pretty and smart little mare. I think her name should be Freckles, though.

Well tomorrow, more of the same. Different helpers coming. It’s so much easier than with just the two of us.

Dragonflys and Hail

I was a little surprised when I slipped into the trailer to unload my horse. Dragonflys were having some fun on my saddle horn. The colors on them were amazing.

We moved cows that had gotten back into a field we had had moved them out of. It was hot and convincing them to move at all was hard work but we eventually got it done. We went home for lunch and got a tornado warning for our area. I prayed hard and we just ended up with some of this

“More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of. ” I agree with Tennyson

Hot and Thirsty Day

We have quite a few dams because of the ducks unlimited project that runs through here. This is from the one that runs over a big creek. It wasn’t any cooler being by the water though
And there is this crazy thing when you get across it.

What the heck, eh?

We have to really douse the horses in bug spray to survive some days. This is Pic getting his fly relief before we started out.

I’m not sure why but cows seem to be fascinated by him and brave enough to come close.

Big white bulls, seems to be my lot in life. The neighbor said this one was bothering his cows which were on the other side of the electric fence we put up to please him this year. He sure didn’t look interested when I found him, but we moved him anyway. Hard to load Charolais bulls into the trailer this one was impossible so Pic and I got the job.

20120728-194119.jpg It was hot and Pic was the only shade around. I had a short rest in the shade. By the time I got home I was so hot and thirsty.

All I Can

Do you ever have those days when you are so tired but can’t seem to rest? Me too, today.

Got up early to take care of the grumpy invalid who seems to need me to wait on him hand and foot but can still get on a horse and ride. Cowboys!

We moved a pile of cows with our girl, Jazlyn’s, help. She is one of those people you can just ask them to do something and know, even though you can’t see them for hours, that they are out there doing their darndest to do what you asked. Sure appreciated her help. And Pojke’s and Gus’. I love my dogs.

I was worried that I’d lost Pojke but he had the sense to go back to where we started and was waiting there when we were done. Gus worked his heart out.

We let jazlyn go and went home where I I made us lunch and prepared some food for company who was coming for supper, our friend George, such a good guy, has cows here, good ones. With his wife visiting family we offered to share our super with him. I was tickled to see how much he ate.

Then I saddled a different horse and went back out to check the big herd. Sadly I found a dead calf. His Momma was still trying to guard the little dead body when I got there. When I rode up to her she was anxious to show me the calf but wouldn’t let me off my horse to get its ear tag. He hadn’t been dead for long.

Her face was covered in deer flies and horse flies. I could see she wanted to leave but she wouldn’t, poor soul. My heart hurt for her.

My old dog, Blue, who just a few sort weeks ago I thought was almost dead came with me. He was so happy.

A big part of the heard was on top of the hill which I figured was a more bug-free zone. But I mistakenly thought the grass was sparser there too. Maybe you can’t tell from the picture but it was thick and lush.

20120726-234624.jpg and the sky looked my favorite way.

But I need be satisfied that I’ve done all i can and get to sleep.

Old Cowboys Young Horses

Old cowboys and young horses aren’t a good combination
This time it meant a trip to ER which usually means hours of waiting. I guess he looked bad enough they took him in right away. But nothing was broke and he came out with a few pills and told he could go back to riding when the pain lets him.

So I got him home and settled and went out to check a few things like the cows we had moved the day before which had of course gotton out and were
wandering along the big canal that is part of the ducks project. It is fenced off to keep them out. It works so long as the gate isn’t open.

And the gate stays shut when there is a top loop. I found it cut and in the grass.

Then there was this gate where someone (I’m highly suspicious of the guy mowing the oil field trails) has opened and left down which allowed another big group of cows we had just moved back into the moved out of field. The gate was trashed besides and needed major repair.

I had to go back home to pick up some supplies and fixed both gates. My dogs
Gus and Pojke, helped me move the bunch off the canal but I’ll need some extra help with the other bunch.

It was almost dark by the time I got home and I was tired. All because of old cowboys and young horses.


Yup, I cried today, twice.

In 2001 I rode a 24 year old little horse named Buckwheat (he had a fuzzy pony thick mane). We had bought him for my daughter but I rode him the most. Good solid boned, plain looking, long backed little sorrel with such a big heart. He never really liked me or anyone much but what a good worker. I could get more done on him than a horse twice his size. He was like one of those Jack Russel dogs. He never knew he was small.

Back then we used to go to this club once a month with our girls. I barrel raced on him and heeled. He was consistently second in the 3D and he earned us a year end high point buckle. First and only one I’ll ever win.


Today it fell off while I was in a hurry to cut off some cows we were moving (I have lost so many things on the prairie never to be seen again and all of them bigger than this buckle). I didn’t realize till later.

By the time my cowboy wondered why I had quit helping him and rode over I was sobbing and could hardly tell him what had happened.

You see, I always felt like I was just using that buckle and that it really should belong to my daughter since it was her horse that had won it. I kept it to remind me of those happy days when we had kids at home and little Bucky (who that same year at the finals won himself the year end prize for heeling, a new winter blanket and enough money to buy me a fancy silver watch).

I don’t really care for competitions and only was involved to do things with my family so it was quite a surprise when he won all that. That buckle was quite a treasure, kind of a borrowed one.

When i quit bawling and started thinking I remembered that clanking sound I heard when it must have come off. I hunted and hunted and prayed pretty fervently. God must have been listening cause I found it.

I cried big tears again as I thanked Him
for the miracle.

Boone, the Cowhorse

As you probably know, my good horse Pic is getting old and We’ve been looking to find another horse to help with the work load. Pic is still pretty capable but needs to slow down and start taking it easy. He’s done a good job for me these last 11 years in spite of his jiggyness (not sure what word describes him).

So we found Boone, a 16 year old former heel horse, used for ranch roping, 15.1. Not as big as I like but two out of three isn’t bad.


We both rode him in the nice indoor arena where he was being boarded.

Boone sure wondered what was going on.

I don’t think his owner really wanted to part with him but he wasn’t being used much as there were 3 younger horses that needed the time put on them plus a go-to horse and he was the kind of man that realized Boone needed to feel useful. He seemed like a good honest horse that I could get along with so he came home with us.

I’m still a bit nervous of strange horses since my wreck this spring so I let my cowboy put on the first ride. When he was done for the day He assured me (with a big smile) that I wouldn’t like the horse. I’ve seen that look before but he doesn’t need the horse (no matter how much he likes him).

Boone’s first job was to load a big old Charolais bull into the trailer in the middle of the pasture. Passed that test with flying colors (that’s when that big cowboy smile started).

He loaded in the back of trailer with Pic not at all worried about the bull in the front compartment (little bigger smile).

The next thing was treating a calf (one man doctoring)

20120721-111605.jpg which his previous owner was pretty sure the horse wouldn’t do by himself. But it was like he had done it his whole life (even bigger smile)

The rest of the day went as well but I noticed the horse looking around a lot. He called out once to no one in particular like he thought someone he knew should be there. Seems normal enough but somehow I think it reminded him of south Dakota where he is originally from and the job he learned there, the one he was born to do.

Well, welcome home Boone. You get to be a cow horse again.


Yay! Lino.

I got new flooring in our back hall and I’m ecstatic. The carpet in there was the exact same stuff I remember my parents had in their house about 45 years ago. It was in bad shape to begin with and then I couldn’t get the blood out when Blue got hurt so we replaced it with a chunk of easier to care for linoleum. (Yes even cowboys have some carpenter skills and a son-in law whose handy is such a blessing) A day or two to let the glue dry and then I’ll really enjoy it.


Cotton’s Legacy

Josephine’s last kittens live a happy little life in the barn, their home. 20120708-221301.jpg
They never stray to far from it’s safety.


Harriet is so named since she has longer hair like her great great great grandmother Cotton They all purr when you even look at them. And you know they are special when they steel a cowboy’s heart.

My favorite is Skunky.

For obvious reasons.

All our cats have Cotton in their family tree. I’m glad.