Saturday, June 24, 2017

Attention: Rubber Feed Tub Manufacturers

This is an ad-free blog, but if folks from Fortex or Duraflex happen upon these pictures, they may want to hire the kids as models for their next advertising campaign.

Willie and Seely

Calico and Ariel

Mork and Mindy

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Happy Dad's Day!

Hope you like this song as much as I do: "Good Good Father" by Chris Tomlin


"For God loved the world so much that he gave his only Son, so that every one who believes in him may have eternal life." ~John 3:16 PHILLIPS 

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Alkali and Alibis

My shrub roses, whose glory normally peaks in June, look scroungy this year. A month ago, two hard frosts sent the poor things scurrying back into dormancy. Many haven't even begun to bloom. 

Have you noticed that when something goes awry in our flower or vegetable beds, we gardeners have more excuses than trowels and hoses? Instead of admitting our ignorance, laziness, or blunders, we quickly cite weather conditions, insects, disease, seed or bedding plant quality, soil types, and my personal go-to, mineral-heavy well water. (Hey, maybe that's why I'm the only one on the planet that can't grow daisies!) 


"Take the hardest thing in your life--the place of difficulty, outward and inward, and expect God to triumph gloriously in that very spot. Just there He can bring your soul into blossom." ~Lilias Trotter, as quoted by L.B. Cowman, Streams in the Desert

Friday, June 2, 2017

Sugar's Office

If Sugar's feet (she foundered last summer) are trimmed right and the ground is soft, I can (finally!) ride her. The other day, she and I got to help bring in cows to be wormed, work them into the alleyway, and then take them out to pasture. Many might call that ho-hum, but I found it heavenly. For her part, Sugar seemed proud and happy to be back at her cowhorse job.  


"It takes courage not to be discouraged." ~Ben Ferencz

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Belated Introductions

My apologies to Benny and Scarlett, who were born weeks ago but had their limelight stolen by the new baby goats. 

As exciting (and cute!) as calving and kidding season has been, Hubby and I are relieved that the middle-of-the-night checks and midwife sessions are over for the year. It's beyond wonderful to be able to sleep in pajamas ALL NIGHT LONG. 

Bella is besotted with her first calf, Big Ben, aka Benny. 

We had to name Ziggy's heifer Scarlett,

Benny and Scarlett wrapped up the 2017 season with a red-and-white flourish. Our new bull is a Black Angus, so next year's calf crop probably won't be as colorful.


"You aren't an afterthought or an accident. The Creator of the universe has chosen you, individually, by name, for a great mission He entrusts to no one else." ~Christine Caine

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Kid Cuddles

Our goat kids entertain, play on, and snuggle with visitors, whether they be kids or grown-up kids. Unlike cow mamas, goat mamas don't mind strangers playing with their babies. Maybe that's because goats think that they're people--or that people are goats.


"The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love." ~Galatians 5:6 NIV

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Waylon, Willie, and Seely

Meels proudly presents her new triplets! 

That's Waylon on the left and Willie on the right. Their little sister, Seely, is in the middle. If you're an old country music fan, you already know that they're named after Waylon Jennings, Willie Nelson, and Jeannie Seely.

They're living up to their names. Seely is smart, fun, and feisty. Waylon and Willie have already escaped from their pen to run wild around the barn--three times. Maybe we shouldn't have named those two after ramblers and good ol' boys.


"You have taken account of my wanderings;
Put my tears in Your bottle.
Are they not recorded in Your book?" ~Psalm 56:8 AMP

Thursday, May 11, 2017

All Little Kids Love Playgrounds

Calico and Ariel love to play on their tractor tire/jungle gym/circus arena/launching pad, especially when they have an audience.


"If we wait until we're ready, we'll be waiting for the rest of our lives." ~Lemony Snicket, The Ersatz Elevator (A Series of Unfortunate Events, #6)

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Mork and Mindy

Moey's a brand new mama, and a most devoted one. As of this writing, her kids have only been on terra firma for 21 hours, but Moey has bathed each of them so often that they haven't yet had a chance to completely dry. When she's not washing the twins, she's curled up beside them, telling them how much she loves them. Moey hardly even stops fussing over them long enough to eat, which, if you know her, is more than remarkable! 


For now, Mork (left) is smaller than his sister, Mindy. 
The umpteenth bath.


"You don't have to be awesome and do everything. You simply have to believe that the One who is Awesome loves you through everything." ~Ann Voskamp, The Broken Way

Thursday, May 4, 2017

The Next Best Thing to Grandkids

Introducing Blueberry's new kids, Calico and Ariel! The first four pictures were taken when they were just a few hours old; in the last, they're about 8 hours old. I've taken lots more photos, of course, which I'll probably be sharing with you ad nauseum.


"No cowboy was ever faster on the draw than a grandparent pulling a baby picture out of a wallet." ~Author unknown

Sunday, April 30, 2017


Chrysanthemum wasn’t always Chrysanthemum.

When Pansy gave birth to a dainty, lively little heifer, we named her Aster. Happily, Aster was up on her feet and nursing within minutes. “She’s a smart one,” Hubby remarked. Other newborns were arriving, one of which was having trouble standing and nursing, so I didn’t get a chance to take Aster’s baby picture until evening. That’s when I noticed her face.

For one thing, Pansy still hadn’t licked the pink and yellow birth fluids from Aster’s face, something that mama cows usually do right after delivery. Second, Aster’s nose looked too skinny because it lacked the normal amount of fluff. What hair she did have was fine and short.

We wondered if perhaps Aster was born prematurely, or even if she had some milder form of birth defect known to occur in Herefords, in which calves are born with little to no hair. Aster had more than that, but we worried about sunburn and cold. Was she smart enough to stay in shade or shelter when needed?

We prayed, and I rechristened her after the fluffiest flower that I could think of: Chrysanthemum. 

In many respects, Chrysanthemum is strong and healthy. She loves playing with her siblings and can run faster than most. (Less wind resistance?) Her face has gradually gained fluff, although she still doesn’t have enough hair around her eyes.

It irritates me that Pansy never has licked her heifer’s face clean. A cow pasture isn’t spic and span, but the other mamas wash their babies several times a day. I don’t know if she’s embarrassed of Chrysanthemum or just a slob.

What Chrysanthemum lacks in beautiful locks, though, she makes up for in smarts and style. One cold, rainy, windy morning when Hubby was feeding the herd, he watched Chrysanthemum come out of the calf shed. Instead of heading into the wind-propelled rain to get to the hay, she promptly turned and backed all 75 or so feet to breakfast. He was impressed.

        1 DAY OLD


                                                                                                  3 WEEKS OLD         



"Let your hope keep you joyful, be patient in your troubles, and pray at all times." ~Romans 12:12  TEV

Monday, April 24, 2017

Molly and Butch

Molly's sweet face really is this white. Thanks to Fancy, her mama, Molly may very well be the cleanest person on this outfit. 

When these pictures were taken, Molly was just hours old. Her legs swiveled every which way but loose, but they've since straightened up.

Pearl blessed us with Butch (as in Cassidy), a fun-loving little outlaw. Case in point: Pearl provides him plenty of milk, but Butch tries to sneak up on other cows to see if he can steal a drink of theirs--just for kicks--which he often gets.  


"If your problem is too big for you, it's just the right size for God." ~Steven Furtick

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