Thursday, August 17, 2017

Summer FB Remix

The majority of Hayseed Files readers don't view the Facebook version, so I've collected a few of this summer's photos for those folks.




Zach (my son) and Cady's wedding! Hubby and a friend, Donna, made the cake stand. I baked the cake; my sister Jenny helped me decorate it.

Left: Sugar and her subjects. Right: Sugar and her newest friends.



You can see why I named the new bull Pigpen.



Anything that can be climbed will be climbed.


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"I am Summer, come to lure you away from your computer." ~Oriana Green

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Calico and Ariel Go to Camp

Blueberry's kids, Calico and Ariel, visited a youth camp at Circle J Ranch and Retreat Center in the Tensleep Canyon. Yours truly chauffeured, shepherded, and introduced them. At first, Calico and Ariel were rather overwhelmed by the new surroundings and strangers, but they soon began to have fun and make new friends. 

Before we left camp, three children told me of their plans to acquire a goat of their own. Two boys even announced their intention to come to my place and buy a goat. I grinned, imagining the expressions on their parents' faces when they heard the news.









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"See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God!" ~1 John 3:1 NIV


Monday, July 24, 2017

It's a Species Thing

The human hiking experience:

Finally here. Ah, the cool, pine-saturated air. Bright butterflies and wildflowers. Imposing peaks. Beef jerky and almond M&Ms eaten beside shining waters. Friendly hikers from afar. Trails that beckon come higher. Soul-soothing tranquility. Why do we stay away so long? 

The cowdog hiking experience:

Countless chipmunks, squirrels, pikas, marmots! Each one chattering, teasing can't catch me, can't catch me, you dumb redneck dogs! We try. Come close a few times. Do manage to bushwack an unsuspecting Labrador retriever at the trailhead. The folks call us back, but we only hear the call of the wild. We wolves have no names, obey no orders--but give us a bite of your pimiento cheese sandwich, please.








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"'For the mountains may move and the hills disappear, but even then my faithful love for you will remain. My covenant of blessing will never be broken,' says the Lord, who has mercy on you." ~Isaiah 54:10 NLT

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Farewell

One of my dearest little friends (family, really) passed away last Sunday. If I told you how much I'm grieving Blueberry, how much I miss her, you'd probably call me batty--so I won't mention it. 


Blueberry's kids, Calico and Ariel, pictured when they were a few days old. Thankfully, the doelings were plenty old enough to wean before Blueberry died.

Took this on the way to town to the vet clinic. The look on her face said, "Are you sure you know how to drive this thing?"

Me and Cora, saying good-bye. 
Ariel, foreground, on her mama's new grave. Surely Ariel didn't know that Blueberry was buried five feet beneath her, but, well.... 



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"The thief's purpose is to steal, kill and destroy. My purpose is to give life in all its fullness." ~John 10:10 TLB

Friday, July 7, 2017

Farms: Great Places to Live, Unless You Like to Sleep at Night

Overheard in grocery checkout line:

Young mom with kids, buying eggs: “I’ve always wanted a farm. That’s my dream: to own a farm.”

Me, tempted to say: Lady, I bet you have no idea how hard you’d be working on that farm.

Checker: “Yeah, I grew up on a farm.”

Young mom: “And I’d love to have chickens. It would be so wonderful to wake up every day by the crowing of the roosters.”

Me, tempted to say: Ha! After a night of sleep interrupted by the caterwauling fox family, dogs chasing the fox family, and spouse calling the name of the cat who hopefully hasn’t become the midnight snack of the fox family, you’ll be ready to feed those ol’ early birds to the fox family. And don't get me started on cows and calves.

Me, carrying groceries to the truck: I definitely need to work on my attitude.  



A juvenile offender. 

Afternoon nappers, making up for lost nighttime REM.


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"Every thought is a seed. If you plant crab apples, don't plan on harvesting Golden Delicious." ~Bill Meyer



Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Wyoming, USA

Most Americans don’t live here. Wyoming’s population barely squeaks over 587,000—and that’s only if grizzlies, grey wolves, and good cowdogs are counted in the census.

Visitors come in the summer months, though, when our notorious weather generally behaves itself. Millions of camping, hiking, marshmallow-roasting, trout-fishing, rock-climbing, trail-riding, dude-ranching, cabin-renting, rodeo-cheering, jitterbugging, wildlife-watching, selfie-taking, souvenir-buying, wildflower-picking, mountain-admiring, fossil-hunting, history-buffing sojourners join our ranks.


The influx wildly boosts the local economy, of course. Grouchy locals get something fresh to grump about—traffic—since the usual topics, weather, oil prices, and politics, have grown stale. Most Wyomingites, though, are proud and happy to share our delightful state with the rest of the world—for a little while. 










I took these photos yesterday as we hiked near Wagon Box Creek in the Big Horn Mountains.


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"The valleys are where I learn how small I am, the mountaintops where I see how great [God] is." ~Roy Rogers

Friday, June 30, 2017

Caught on the HamCam

Sugar and the goaties live for attention and publicity, so they enjoy visitors to the farm even more than the visitors enjoy them! 










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"Praise God for a King who gives a woman dignity instead of taking it." ~Beth Moore