Rose-Sniffing

“Be sure to take time to stop and smell the roses,” Dad reminded me. He thinks I work too hard and don’t take enough time for myself.

Maybe he’s right. I have 28 rose bushes in my yard, but I truly don’t know which are fragrant and which aren’t. When I water the roses, I pull the weeds around them while thinking about how I’m going to manage to get all my other to-do’s done.

Rose-sniffing doesn’t come naturally to overachievers like me. We tend to judge the value of an activity by the following criteria: Does this activity accomplish anything? What will I have to show for it to prove that it isn’t a waste of time?

Somewhere along the line, I must have bought into the lie that achievement equals self-worth, for why else would I feel guilty for taking a few moments out of my schedule to linger over a rose?

Good question.



“I came that they may have and enjoy life, and have it in abundance (to the full, till it overflows).” –Words of Jesus, JOHN 10:10

Lost and Found

Years ago when I was still a teen, my dad picked me up from my job in town at the vet clinic. We drove west until we reached the exit that led to the place where friends and family were already picnicking. Beneath the interstate overpass, right beside the road, we saw a tiny lamb that didn’t look more than a few days old. “Baaa!” After I checked it, I could tell that the poor thing was dehydrated, so it had been separated from its mama for some time.

We’d passed a large flock of sheep several miles earlier, so, after giving the lamb a drink, Dad and I headed eastward, searching for the road and gate that would lead us towards the sheep. Eventually we found our way into the vast pasture and bumped our way sheepwards. Soon we were greeted by a bunch of barking dogs—no border collies in the group, but some little mutts and a dark grey toy poodle—and a sheepherder.

The latter spoke only Spanish, but thanks to Srs. Wegner and Redler from school, I was able to carry on something of a conversation with him. I’ve long since forgotten his name, but I do remember he was in dire need of a bath and was overjoyed to see the lamb. Indeed, he knew its mama by name (though there were hundreds of ewes in that flock!) and had been searching for the lost lamb since the day before. He’d finally given up, assuming that it had been snatched away by a fox or coyote.

“Grácias, grácias!” he grinned widely, as he cradled the lamb gently in his big arms.

“De nada,” I replied, so happy for him, the lamb, and its mama. Little did I know that someday I’d feel just like that little lamb--lost, forgotten, vulnerable, afraid, alone—and I’d learn that my Shepherd was right there waiting for me to call His name.

“Like a shepherd, (God) will care for His flock, gathering the lambs in his arms, hugging them as he carries them, leading the nursing ewes to good pasture.” ISAIAH 40:11

IC

I fear that our weather forecast of 68° was a bit optimistic. Current conditions at 1:26 pm MST are 45°, sprinkles, 12 mph wind, and an IC (irrigation chill) of 23°. What? You’ve never heard of irrigation chill? IC is derived from this simple mathematical formula:

Temperature – Wind speed – Square inches of wet, muddy clothing = Irrigation chill

The fact that the acronym “IC” sounds like “icy” is pure coincidence.

I have to cut this post short, as it’s time to go change the water. In the event that I succumb to hypothermia, readers are simply asked to contribute any extra wetsuits that they may have on hand to the irrigator of their choice.

“All sunshine and sovereign is God, generous in gifts and glory….”                       –PSALM 84:11

Cow Composure

Research now proves what many stockmen have known for a long time: low-stress cattle handling results in higher weight gains, greater resistance to disease and parasites, and increased fertility and mothering traits. In other words, the happier the cow, the healthier and more productive she is.

“Calm” is the operative word in low-stress cattle handling, which avoids whoops and hollers, cracking whips, cattle rattles and prods, out-of-control dogs and people, undue pressure from  racing ATVs or charging horses--as seen on many Western movies and some ranches. All of the above lead to increased cortisone levels and injuries to cattle as well as their handlers.

Hubby and I find that low-stress cattle handling is much easier to implement with black baldies than with straight Black Angus. Our F1 Angus-Hereford heifers (aka the Heffies) are naturally mellower, less excitable, and more cooperative than their higher-strung relatives.

Yesterday, we worked the Heffies through our simple tub-and-headcatch setup in the barn, pulling CIDRs and giving Lutalyse shots in preparation for AI (see May 18’s It’s Arranged post). The whole procedure was accomplished with nary a shout, cuss word, banging chute, or even cloud of dust. Hubby, whose personality tends to be more Angus than Hereford, said, “That was actually enjoyable.”

Annabel, who'd rather be scratched than moved through a gate, is sometimes too calm!

“Hot tempers start fights; a calm, cool spirit keeps the peace.”  PROVERBS 15:18

Hayseed Gardening Report

We planted the garden this weekend. It’s been a warmer-than-normal spring, so maybe we should have planted weeks ago like several neighbors did. On the other hand, we’ve had some frosts here and there, so perhaps we planted too soon. And I don’t have a Farmer’s Almanac, so I don’t know if the moon was right for sowing. There’s probably an ap for that, but my phone doesn’t do aps. It’s a military phone that will survive irrigation water and impacts of all kind, so I like it. I’m such a hayseed.

The perennials and self-sowing annuals are making good progress in the flower beds, but I’m planting some zinnias here and there anyway. Zinnias must be out-of-fashion because I had trouble finding any in the bedding plant aisles, but I say, zinnia’s long-lasting, vivid colors are hard to top. Come to think of it, I’ve never heard zinnias mentioned in poetry or song—maybe because nothing much rhymes with “zinnia”--nor have I seen them on china or fabric, so they must be considered terribly un-posh. Hayseed flowers, I guess!

The roses are just now beginning to bloom, so I’ve put in my deer repellers, which look like little flying saucers on sticks but are filled with blood meal and stuff that deer find distasteful. They’re not cheap, but cages and nets are so ugly. I almost tried some cheaper deer repellent that’s sprinkled around the plants, until I read the main ingredient: coyote urine. I’m not opposed to coyote urine, but our male cowdog, Bodie, would be compelled to cover the stuff with his own, much of which would probably kill the roses. Bodie’s a hayseed just like me!

“In simple humility, let our gardener, God, landscape you with the Word, making a salvation-garden of your life.” --JAMES 1:21

It's Arranged

In the wild, female animals have the luxury of choosing their mates, but cows (and other livestock) depend on their human caretakers to select the father of their calves. Happily, scientific advancements now make it relatively easy to choose a bull whose genomic make-up complements that of the cow in question. As a result of EPDs and genetic testing, cattle cupids can increase the odds that the chromosomal toss of the dice will result in a better calf than either parent.

And, fortunately for those of us who don’t want to pay the steep prices to buy high quality bulls, artificial insemination (“A.I.”) is less expensive. Although it requires more cattle handling initially, it’s really nice not to have to deal with and house bulls by themselves for the rest of the year. The biggest advantage for heifers is that with AI, the due dates are fairly predictable. (Heifers often need midwife-type assistance, so it’s nice to be able to plan ahead to have all hands on deck!)

As we speak, the Heffies, as I call our black baldy heifers, are lounging in the corrals with progesterone implants which, when pulled and followed up with an injection of Lutalyse, synchronizes their estrus cycle so they can be bred within a few days of each other. The first week of March 2013 will sure be exciting! I’ve included a link to the webpage that shows the handsome dude who’ll be the sire of next year’s calf crop.

http://abs-bs.absglobal.com/beef/angus.asp?CodTouro=29AN1828

“Body and soul, I am marvelously made….You (God) know me inside and out….You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something.”

                   --PSALM 139:14-15

Commentary

“I hope it doesn’t rain.” The bearded man who said that was just making conversation with a young lady at the sandwich shop yesterday.  That guy doesn’t know how lucky he is that I didn’t express my distaste for his comment.

“Are you kidding me?!” I would have shouted, if only my folks hadn't repeatedly told me to mind my manners as a child. “Don’t you know we’re in a drought? Don’t you realize how hard we farmers, ranchers, and tree planters have to work when it doesn’t rain for months? Do you have any idea how much money, energy, time, and fossil fuels are spent on irrigation? Weren’t you paying attention in science class when they taught about the water and nitrogen cycles, ecosystems, and soil pH? Have you no compassion for all the un-irrigated trees, shrubs, and grasses which are struggling to survive? Haven’t you heard what happens to livestock and hay prices in a drought, let alone the welfare of the livestock and the livelihood of their owners? Don’t you care that I’m so busy irrigating that some mornings I actually find myself debating whether or not I have time to brush my teeth?”

For bait, I hung two loads of laundry to dry on the back fence today. So far, I’ve only managed to attract a dozen raindrops and some dusty wind!

 

“Watch your words and hold your tongue; you’ll save yourself a lot of grief.”

                                         --PROVERBS 21:23