Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Paint in the Sage

We interrupt our regularly scheduled agricultural programming for a sneak preview of the 2017 Wyoming Sagebrush Steppe Art Festival, featuring Castilleja linariifolia (Indian paintbrush). 

About the festival:

  • New works pop up every day. 
  • Western meadowlarks and horned larks provide live music.
  • Admission is free for the walking.
  • No crowds, no lines, no signs saying DO NOT TOUCH.
  • Refreshments not provided; BYOGB (bring your own granola bars).


"Sometimes the fear of failure steals the beauty we were meant to create." ~Angie Smith

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Alive and Very Well

After our crazy cold winter, many trees in our little orchard have been reluctant to awake from hibernation. Not so our "poodle" tree. The blossoms are spare and some branches are bare, but it's alive and crazy happy to be so. I pray that no matter what your "winter" has been, you're blooming like crazy too.

"The Lord your God is living among you.
He is a mighty savior.
He will take delight in you with gladness.
With His love, he will calm all your fears.
He will rejoice over you with joyful songs." ~Zephaniah 3:17 NLT

Wednesday, April 12, 2017


Annabelle, queen of our herd and the world, recently added Apricot to the family dynasty. Apricot's arrival makes Annabelle the mother of five females and grandmother of three more females. Bella, Annabelle's daughter, is expecting her first calf soon, so it's possible the population of Belles could increase yet again in 2017. No one's complaining, though, since the Belles are great mamas with lots of milk and very gentle dispositions. 

Apricot was a big little princess who was so happy to be out and about! Even though we were privy to most of the proceedings, it was hard to imagine how Annabelle managed to carry Apricot around lo, these many months, let alone give birth to her without assistance.


"But as many as received Him, to them He gave the right to become children of God, to those who believe in His name." ~John 1:12 NKJV

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Spunk and Swagger

Clearly, I'm no professional photographer, but I do love sharing images of our calves. Their cuteness, however, isn't so much about their features as it is their audacity. Within hours, sometimes minutes, of delivery and a warm drink of milk, calves are already beginning to explore, run, buck, kick, and butt whoever will let them. I doubt anyone could convince a baby calf that the world isn't the more wonderful for its birth.

From whence comes their enviable mettle? Do their mamas assure them, at first lick, that they're both adored and adorable? Or do bovines simply carry the Joe Cool gene?




Little Red


"Faith is the audacity to believe that God's promises apply to us." ~Angie Smith

Thursday, March 30, 2017

Stewie, Rowdy, Bronko, Dillon, and McQueen

Hubby named Glory's bull calf Stewart (after Jimmy), but we call him Stewie. Coincidentally, Stewie has Jimmy Stewart's bushy eyebrows. Hubby' favorite Stewart movie is The Rare Breed; mine is Harvey. 

Joy thinks that the sun rises and sets around Rowdy, her beloved first calf. Hubby named him after the Clint Eastwood character, Rowdy Yates, in Rawhide. Rowdy is doing his best to live up to his name.

Bronko is Liza's burly little fellow, named after Bronko Nagurski, a champion wrestler and football player from the 1930s and 1940s. 

Dillon is unquestionably the biggest (length, height, and weight) calf born on this outfit. His mama, Mayzie, isn't big at all, but, fortunately, she produces a lot of milk!

Winky's little dynamo is McQueen, named after one of Hubby's favorite actors, Steve McQueen. When Hubby was tagging McQueen the calf, the latter attempted his own version of The Great Escape. McQueen didn't get away, but when the dust settled, his tag was on backwards. 


"Well, I've wrestled with reality for 35 years, Doctor, and I'm happy to state that I finally won out over it." ~Elwood P. Dowd, played by Jimmy Stewart, in Harvey

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Clover, Maverick, and Bronson

WARNING: High levels of adorability present in this post. Beware of impulsive decisions, such as quitting your career, selling your home, and buying a farm so you can raise cattle.  





"God's love is not drawn out by our lovableness, but wells up, like an artesian spring, from the depths of His nature." ~Alexander MacLaren

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Junior, Magnolia, and Festus

Peaches had her first calf, a handsome little guy that Hubby named Hickock, Jr., after his daddy, Hickock. We call him Junior. Peaches is a first-time mama, but one would think that she graduated with honors from Mother Cow College.

Meet Magnolia, Marigold's not-so-little, lively, lovely, and extroverted heifer. Fortunately, Marigold is an outstanding mother. It's not easy to keep tabs on Magnolia. 


Flame, who long ago earned her super-mama credentials and happens to be Peaches' mama, gave us another adorable little bull calf called Festus.


"It's not easy being a mother. If it were easy, fathers would do it." ~From the television show, The Golden Girls

Monday, March 20, 2017

Little Red Report

I almost forgot that I promised an update on Panda and Little Red (see Little Red). 

The bonding process crept along for a few days. Then other cows started parading their newborns around, hovering over them and mooing to them in that particular bass-tone that new mama cows use. Panda watched and listened for a while. She walked up to Little Red--we got to see this--and began licking the top of her head, showing the world that she had an adorable calf too. 

That evening, we realized that Little Red no longer needed anyone to make sure she nursed safely. Panda had already seen to Red's supper. Since then, we haven't had to do anything but watch Panda love her little heifer.

Clockwise from top left: Tex and Little Red run and play together every evening; Panda bathes Red numerous times a day; Little Red and her brothers and sisters are already trying to eat hay.


"God's greatest blessings often come costumed as disasters. Any doubters need to do nothing more that ascend the hill of Calvary." ~Max Lucado

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Big Jake, Simon, and Little Ikey

By the way, Hubby's the one who names the bull calves, and I name the heifers. We both have veto power, however. So far, the young gentlemen outnumber the little ladies 2:1. 

Anyway, Princess blessed us with yet another big bull calf: Big Jake. (Hubby's a John Wayne fan.) This guy has the longest legs yet, which have yet to completely unfurl.

Hubby christened Penelope's boisterous new calf Simon, after Simon Peter.

Bubbles' had Little Ikey, who named himself because he so resembles his papa.


"I think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in." ~George Washington Carver

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Walter, Hub, and Daffodil

I'm way behind on calf pictures, so, without further ado:

Wings had Walter...

Cupcake had Hub...

...and Dazzle had Daffodil!

There's more cuteness to come--as soon as certain little fellows stand still long enough to get their picture!


She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head
And whispered to her neighbor,
"Winter is dead."
              ~A.A. Milne

Monday, March 13, 2017


Daisy Mae's new beauty reminds us of Jasmine, the Arab princess in Secondhand Lions. Daisy Mae has never seen the movie, of course, but she knows that her baby is a princess. So far, Daisy hasn't let Jasmine associate with the other calves, or them with her.


"Sometimes it's the princess who kills the dragon and saves the prince." ~Samuel E. Lowe

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Little Red

After Panda lost her calf (see The Robbed), Hubby milked Panda in hopes that we'd soon find an orphan calf that needed a mama. Ten days later, Hubby found a sad little Red Angus heifer at the sale barn.  

When they met for the first time, we restrained Panda for the Little Red's safety. Panda is easy-going, but it's not natural for cows to adopt another cow's baby.

It took a while for Little Red to stop looking for her real mama, but Hubby and hunger convinced her to try Panda's milk.

The next day, Panda kept an eye on Little Red but didn't really want her close. Sugar and the dogs, however, adopted Little Red right away. (They check on her almost as often as we do.)

We must have let Little Red drink too much of the new milk because Little Red got scours. Electrolytes, probiotics, and prayers worked wonders, though. Her digestive system functioned perfectly today.

After breakfast and playtime, Little Red found a cozy spot to nap.

I was amazed when Panda went over to Little Red and licked her--something that mama cows do to show affection and spiffy up their calves. Panda soon walked away, but it was a start!

Another breakthrough this evening: Panda, albeit reluctantly, allowed Little Red to nurse out in the corral. 

I'll keep you posted on the bonding process!


"Grace is always a surprise. You think it's not going to happen, and it does." ~Stormie Omartian