<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244</id><updated>2011-08-15T12:20:38.426-06:00</updated><category term='weather'/><category term='weaning'/><category term='draft horses'/><category term='elk'/><category term='heifers'/><category term='snakes'/><category term='earthquakes'/><category term='haflingers'/><category term='cattle'/><category term='team'/><category term='horses'/><category term='ranching'/><category term='calving'/><category term='driving'/><category term='snow'/><category term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>Reminiscences of a RANCHWIFE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-1293255968057127594</id><published>2011-05-27T09:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T09:41:44.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't...</title><content type='html'>break any bones, nor did I bounce with any grace. It's been a long time (10 years if I'm recollecting correctly) since I hit the ground from the top of a horse. Until yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in "hot pursuit" of a wayward cow, jumping creeks and sagebrush, having a great time... I don't know what happened next... did we jump a sagebrush and I fouled my horse somehow? He's a colt, in experience if not in age, and is still a bit on the green side. I must have bumped him, but he jumped up and sideways again and I knew I was off. I concentrated on getting my left foot out of the stirrup. It did come, but not until I was somewhat below it. I landed on my pelvis/lower back. My horse continued on at a high rate of speed over the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no witnesses, the Cowgirls, and our summer intern, Shane, were all over the hill, and the Rancher was down the road shoeing the neighbor's horse. So I reached in my pocket for my cell phone and called him to say I was laying on my back in the meadow at the top of the canyon. He was not pleased. I was up and moving before I got off the phone with him. He, being done with the neighbor's horses, drove up the road and found my horse about half way home. The Biggest Cowgirl came riding over the hill to find her mom afoot with no horse in sight. Like a trooper she eased on around the cows and got them turned before they headed down the canyon. I caught up with her and we got them back over the hill in the direction we wanted them. She kept with them and soon disappeared in the pine trees. I spied the other two cowgirls and the intern and hollered for them. They, too, were surprised to see Mommy without a horse. I doubled up with the Littlest Cowgirl, and off we went to help sis with the cows. After quite a bit more effort we got them through the gate, where we found the Rancher, sitting on my horse! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, there was ibuprophen in the pick-up and I got to drive the pick-up home! All's well that end's well, and hey, it got me to post on my blog again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-1293255968057127594?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1293255968057127594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=1293255968057127594&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/1293255968057127594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/1293255968057127594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-didnt.html' title='I didn&apos;t...'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-4785725509447420967</id><published>2011-04-06T07:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T07:50:36.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swearing In</title><content type='html'>The Rancher has just sworn in the Cowgirls as Deputies of Ranch Security. They are off to the chicken house to see if the previous night's murderer has returned. Da, da, dum. There is a fresh blanket of snow, so tracking should be relatively easy. Stay tuned....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-4785725509447420967?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/4785725509447420967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=4785725509447420967&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/4785725509447420967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/4785725509447420967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2011/04/swearing-in.html' title='Swearing In'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-4791138691870183389</id><published>2010-04-21T12:43:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:48:19.022-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haflingers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='team'/><title type='text'>It's a girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/S89P2FauwHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/CoTWqw1iyEE/s1600/IMGP1260+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462672663609524338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/S89P2FauwHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/CoTWqw1iyEE/s400/IMGP1260+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/S89P1qReIrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XWV1acbhbOo/s1600/IMGP1259+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462672656322929330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/S89P1qReIrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XWV1acbhbOo/s400/IMGP1259+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/S89P1DsvXuI/AAAAAAAAAO4/pYs9IOg7taY/s1600/IMGP1256+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462672645968322274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/S89P1DsvXuI/AAAAAAAAAO4/pYs9IOg7taY/s400/IMGP1256+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/S89P0lr3eQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oxRCA99UAO4/s1600/IMGP1254+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462672637911595266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/S89P0lr3eQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oxRCA99UAO4/s400/IMGP1254+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil, the mare, gave birth to this adorable filly sometime between 8:00pm last night and 6:00am this morning!  I think we'll call April 20th her birthday, since that is my trusty old gelding, Woody's birthday, too. (He's 24!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-4791138691870183389?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/4791138691870183389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=4791138691870183389&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/4791138691870183389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/4791138691870183389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a girl!'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/S89P2FauwHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/CoTWqw1iyEE/s72-c/IMGP1260+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-8156976541403593702</id><published>2010-02-13T12:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T12:47:55.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haflingers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='team'/><title type='text'>On the payroll....</title><content type='html'>On Thursday, we hitched the Haffie's to the cart and headed out to feed the cows!  Nothing like on the job training!  They did a very nice job.  We had to go about a mile to the stack yard, so The Rancher let them trot out.  He said he really likes the way they move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we hooked the hay bale feeder to the back of the cart like we did last year, and then the girls got an idea of what WORK really is!  They actually did better than the big team at not flipping out with the weight of the initial pull.  Here are the pictures of the event, which are NOT in the correct order... I can't seem to change it either.  The second picture should be last.  The second bale was very flat sidded, and possibly frozen to the ground or the bale beind it... Either way the girls pulled so hard they bent the double tree, thus ending their work for the day. We fed the bale with the pickup and I ground drove the girls back home.  Other than the slight equipment problem, all went very well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437812007556228130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/S3b9Ncm-JCI/AAAAAAAAAOo/IFVcpy-VOuI/s400/IMGP1087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437811996677478802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/S3b9M0FRmZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/8xw_P258J_4/s400/IMGP1092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437811991091443570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/S3b9MfRdd3I/AAAAAAAAAOY/Pt1TwF-bw9w/s400/IMGP1088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437811978727634194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/S3b9LxNstRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1-GfpEYL6SI/s400/IMGP1089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-8156976541403593702?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8156976541403593702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=8156976541403593702&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/8156976541403593702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/8156976541403593702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-payroll.html' title='On the payroll....'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/S3b9Ncm-JCI/AAAAAAAAAOo/IFVcpy-VOuI/s72-c/IMGP1087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-7354263514059135916</id><published>2010-02-10T18:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T20:37:12.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haflingers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='team'/><title type='text'>GO TEAM!</title><content type='html'>No, this post has nothing to do with the Super Bowl.  It's about OUR TEAM!!!  We hitched our two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haflinger&lt;/span&gt; mares to the cart today!  We affectionately call them the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haffie's&lt;/span&gt;, which you can see pictures of in a previous post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first we hitched them to the cart, but since they are so much smaller than our big team of Belgians from last year... they didn't really fit.  So rather than have a wreck we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; hitched them.  I worked with each mare driving single for a bit.  Then I took Sis, the younger one out and drove her around the front pasture.  The biggest cowgirl came along with the snow sled she got for Christmas, and I had Sis pull her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt;... pretty soon we had two sleds and three cowgirls behind her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took Sis back and drove Lil and Sis together again... all this time, the Rancher was working on shortening the tongue of the stone boat (big heavy sled) to fit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haffies&lt;/span&gt;, since the cart is borrowed and the owner may not like us shortening the tongue!  By the time I was driving the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;team&lt;/span&gt; back past where he was working, he was ready to hitch them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did very well.  Lil did try to have a little run away when the sled crossed a patch of gravel, rather than the quieter snow, but the Rancher held firm and all went well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt; battery was dead... but it's charged now! So maybe tomorrow I'll get some pictures!  They sure make a cute team!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-7354263514059135916?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7354263514059135916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=7354263514059135916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/7354263514059135916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/7354263514059135916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2010/02/go-team.html' title='GO TEAM!'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-3981242342018411444</id><published>2010-02-04T21:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T21:37:30.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Your Horses!</title><content type='html'>There may be some activity coming up on my blog!  I've been working on my website, and my webmaster, The Great and amazing Ginger, reaalllly thought it would be good to include a link to my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that means I have to start posting again!&lt;br /&gt;There's no time like the present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you want to check out how the beef website is coming along... go to &lt;a href="http://www.barllbeef.com/"&gt;www.BarLLBeef.com&lt;/a&gt; and feel free to leave comments or sugggestions here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-3981242342018411444?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/3981242342018411444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=3981242342018411444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/3981242342018411444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/3981242342018411444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2010/02/hold-your-horses.html' title='Hold Your Horses!'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-2213396908271221847</id><published>2009-10-02T10:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:35:14.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mighty Hunter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SsYocnP3pdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/0Bmfujt-6v0/s1600-h/IMGP0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388038476232369618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SsYocnP3pdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/0Bmfujt-6v0/s400/IMGP0959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today, the Redheaded Cowgirl scored a first! She's the first cowgirl to have shot a turkey! She shot it on her first shot, on opening day of turkey season! She's proud, mom and dad are proud, and the other cowgirls are proud, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SsYob9mReqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/maPYn4U5ghM/s1600-h/IMGP0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388038465052048034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SsYob9mReqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/maPYn4U5ghM/s400/IMGP0962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Rancher prepared the breast, because we had been told that the rest may be a little tough. It was delicious!!! We roasted it with a whole stick of butter (due to having skinned rather than plucked the bird) and some soup seasonings that the Biggest Cowgirl made a while back and had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; read the recipe as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ground&lt;/span&gt; pepper rather than green pepper. We'd have made a pepper steak rub out of them, but for the celery in the recipe... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;... Mary Ann's Seasoned Pepper Turkey Rub is born! YUM!!! And just in time for the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just so you don't think we tossed the rest of the bird... the "tough" parts are in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;freezer&lt;/span&gt; and will have a great future in a pot of Mary Ann's Rocky Mountain Cranberry Bean Soup! (Yeah, I'm always marketing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-2213396908271221847?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2213396908271221847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=2213396908271221847&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/2213396908271221847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/2213396908271221847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2009/10/mighty-hunter.html' title='The Mighty Hunter!'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SsYocnP3pdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/0Bmfujt-6v0/s72-c/IMGP0959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-1010317604544362761</id><published>2009-06-09T09:28:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:30:18.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Horse Trading...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some people have it in their blood... The Rancher's dad is one.  I'm another.  I love to horse shop, but it often means selling one or two in order to get what I want.  Sometimes it works out great, and other times, not-so-much.... the jury is still out on this one.  Here's what I've been up to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With the advent of Spring we no longer needed to feed cows with the Belgians. To further the education of our team the Rancher completed the "stone boat", a low clearance sled that will be handy in picking up hay from the field, and feeding it in the winter. On dry gravel it makes a horrid screeching noise! Bowers and Barney handled it all in stride... kind of tough to run off with this thing anyway! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345354242869948322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/Si6DXOzj76I/AAAAAAAAAMY/7zciJmZqHog/s400/IMGP0503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even gave the Biggest Cowgirl, and the Redheaded Cowgirl some driving lessons! They really liked that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345354250733180546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/Si6DXsGTVoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GnxodfYWwP0/s400/IMGP0506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345354255499378242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/Si6DX92pvkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/LZBE9OEDUKM/s400/IMGP0514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we have learned a lot and really enjoyed our BIG team, they are..well... BIG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a neat comparison here is the Biggest Cowgirl with the Littlest Pony (one she was "training" for a friend) and the Biggest Draft Horse - aka Bowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345354271878491186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/Si6DY63vLDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/inw02gftuNs/s400/IMGP0518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being somewhat practical minded folks... we thought that if we had a smaller team we could ride them as well as drive them. So we advertised our big team for sale. Barney sold first to a carriage company in Ft Collins, CO wear he will be giving carriage rides downtown! We'll even be able to visit. So Bowers was here on his own for a while. Necessity got us to hitch him to the cart as a single....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345354256608667058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/Si6DYB_IJbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3Y2jz4butlY/s400/IMGP0537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He is a gorgeous animal! We never got the picture "just right" to show how much action he has in his feet, but it was really fun to watch. We hooked the cart to the pasture harrow to spread the manure from the winter feed ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowers has found a home as part of a team here in Wyoming. He will not have to work too hard, he'll mostly be used for "fun" stuff and a little bit of farming. His new teammate "Duke" is a good match. He's HUGE (heavier, not taller), a little darker, but a nice matching blaze. They'll look really sharp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, this is where I got to go shopping! (I'd MUCH rather horse shop than go to the mall!) I had spent quite a bit of time over the winter researching "small draft horses". I got really interested in the Haflinger breed. The are little... shorter than most of our quarter horses. But STOUT! They probably outweigh our quarter horses. They are very strong, gentle, and used for farming, parades, and often as kids riding horses. So I started looking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found lots of teams in the Midwest, but getting them here seemed a challenge. Eventually I found three registered Haflingers for sale in Colorado. The three were a package deal, at a good price. Two mares, mother and daughter, and a stallion! So with the potential of 5 haflingers come next spring, we made the deal. Getting them here was easy, but NOT simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gal who owned them lived about two hours south of Craig, where we attended church when we lived in the area. She was able to deliver them to Craig immediately. We were already planning to attend a wedding in Craig a few weeks later. So I just needed to find a place to keep them for a few weeks, in order to combine the trip for the wedding and retrieving our new horses. Pastor T and Miss Debby don't own horses, but they do own about 35 acres surrounded by tall "elk" fence. So the horses were delivered there, and Pastor graciously took pictures and sent them to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345371235950239426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/Si6S0W9nnsI/AAAAAAAAANI/WyunTpNEbD0/s400/8apr3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Eclair of Forte - aka "Lilly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345371231815837234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/Si6S0Hj5pjI/AAAAAAAAANA/KLt9iiiShNA/s400/8apr2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enchantress of Kildue - aka "Peanut"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345371242010982962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/Si6S0tinOjI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6iF-muWLYYM/s400/8apr11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nevado - aka "Little Bit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the time arrived and the Three Cowgirls and I headed out with truck and trailer... We delivered Bowers on the way (well, several hours out of the way, but that's life!) enjoyed the wedding, paid the Pastor's pasture bill (say that five times fast!) with a bottle of Scotch, visited, stayed for church on Sunday, and loaded our new horses and brought them home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While visiting a friend down there, we also acquired a milk goat, "Star" and her doeling kid which the Cowgirls dubbed "Twinkle". Not a surprising twist if you know me at all! LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345375000962297650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/Si6WPgucbzI/AAAAAAAAANY/UwS6dtRJulg/s400/IMGP0670.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Star&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345375008342064530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/Si6WP8N6vZI/AAAAAAAAANg/BufdrHt4lEs/s400/IMGP0669.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Twinkle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345375010151287826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/Si6WQC9RTBI/AAAAAAAAANo/CJRa6HGur90/s400/IMGP0673.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Bit and his Girls!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And since we always like a good challenge.... Here's the stats on the new horses. Lilly is 8, and was broke to drive but hasn't been used for some time. Peanut, Lilly's 3 year old daughter, is halter broke. Little Bit, who we gelded this week, is 5 and broke to ride but has only been ground driven. All this means we are back in the training business! Oiy!!!! Plus learning how to milk a goat!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe bringing a nice, proven, broke team from the mid-west wouldn't have been so hard after all! But it's okay, I'm already in love with these delightful little horses!  They are smart, friendly and beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never a dull moment" is an understatement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-1010317604544362761?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1010317604544362761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=1010317604544362761&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/1010317604544362761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/1010317604544362761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2009/06/horse-trading.html' title='Horse Trading...'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/Si6DXOzj76I/AAAAAAAAAMY/7zciJmZqHog/s72-c/IMGP0503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-6598780796122917363</id><published>2009-04-01T11:37:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:37:28.936-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cattle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='team'/><title type='text'>It's tough to have fun in a place like this....</title><content type='html'>but we try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319779190913309458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SdOm_R3nGxI/AAAAAAAAALo/BOkxczzMwtM/s400/IMGP0477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's the biggest cowgirl, sitting on her heifer, Betsy. She bottle raised Betsy from less than a week old. It took Betsy a LONG time to realize she was a bovine, since she lived with horses instead. But now she lives with the cows, and is hopefully in a "family way". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319782080197150498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SdOpndSjxyI/AAAAAAAAALw/dT86XwxzE3Y/s400/IMGP0490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More fun! We hooked the kid's runner sled on behind the cart and went for a make-shift sleigh ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319782082281100322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SdOpnlDaVCI/AAAAAAAAAL4/JBdjwr4JeTo/s400/IMGP0471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this look like fun? I took this one from INSIDE the house!&lt;br /&gt;A week ago, Monday, we were blessed with 24" of snow! It came down FAST! About 2-3 inches per hour! Thankfully we had watched the weather forcast and had some idea of what was coming. So, Sunday afternoon in lovely 50+ degree weather, we rode out and gathered the cows to bring them a little closer to home. When the snow started to pile up so deep and fast, we moved them closer to the haystack. By the time we finished feeding, the snow was up to the doors on the 3/4T pickup! I didn't take any pictures for the first few days. But I did finally take the camera along, when the sun came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319785947273541026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SdOtIjRataI/AAAAAAAAAMI/kxfRf9idfUA/s400/IMGP0484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the week we fed with the team. We actually had a blast! They really improved a lot with each day. Here you can see Bowers really getting down and pushing into the load. This was a huge improvement from just two days earlier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319785951564078338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SdOtIzQXHQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/475_oYXUFQo/s400/IMGP0478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Another way the team improved was in that we could let them stand without someone on the cart, or trying them to a post. They were quite happy to have the rest between bales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319782088641070386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SdOpn8vvxTI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xGZegXVTxQ0/s400/IMGP0474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even the animals have fun here! The cats, Lizzie, in the window on the left, Mr Kitty, the black cat in the window on the right, Grace, at the end of the tie rail, and Clifford, in the middle of the tie rail, are all enjoying the sunshine!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And today... it's snowing again. We turned the cows back out yesterday in the sunshine. The snow has melted enough that they can get to the grass again. But with the snow this morning they are hanging out at the gate saying, "Hey!" I mean "Hay!" Poor girls, the Rancher and I went out with the pickup to "pull" them over to the area of the pasture where the grass is best. (They'll follow the truck anywhere, even with no hay on it!) They followed us there, and even started grazing. We rolled up some electric fence, and then drove back to the house. Within 10 minutes they were back at the gate saying... "We don't approve of your April Fools joke on us!" And we say... get to work ladies! It's your job!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-6598780796122917363?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6598780796122917363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=6598780796122917363&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/6598780796122917363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/6598780796122917363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-tough-to-have-fun-in-place-like.html' title='It&apos;s tough to have fun in a place like this....'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SdOm_R3nGxI/AAAAAAAAALo/BOkxczzMwtM/s72-c/IMGP0477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-979231922661488685</id><published>2009-02-18T12:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:17:47.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my husband!</title><content type='html'>And he must love me, because he kindly laughs at my (mis)adventures! Like the day before yesterday when a friend from church came out to have the Rancher show him the chores that he will be doing next week while we run away on a family vacation to AZ! Said friend's wife (who is of course also a friend) came in to visit with me in the house. We were discussing the decor when I lamented once again about my carpet and how I wished that there was hardwood floors underneath, as would be befitting a ranch house of the age of this one (Built in the 20's I think). So I said, "Ya know, I really shoud pull up a corner of the carpet in the living room and see if the floor in here is different from the floor in the dining room" (where I had already discovered plywood). I did, and happy day!!!! there was hardwood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then I issued the challange to my friend. "You know if (other crazy friend from church) was here, we'd have this carpet out in the next ten minutes." Come to find out I have more than one crazy friend from church! She took the challange and we started cutting and ripping out carpet. Oh how proud the Rancher was going to be! New floors and very little expense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304262812035059650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SZyG7KKqD8I/AAAAAAAAALI/OGqUPRHs_rE/s400/IMGP0312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**It must be noted here, that the plan to remove the carpet and put in new hard floors (wood or laminate) had already been discussed and all partties were agreeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304262815543333762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SZyG7XPGE4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/DiUZdxe47rw/s400/IMGP0313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was basking in the glow of polished harwood, when the next tug on the carpet revealed...... plywood. About half way across the room the floor changes to wall-to-wall plywood. UGH! Now I started to sweat! What would the Rancher say when he came back to find heaps of carpeting on the porch and the naked half hardwood/half plywood living room floor! We finished ripping out carpet, but I was nervous! Finally I called the Rancher on his cell phone, so he wouldn't get the surprise visually... Blessed man just laughed at me! That cheerful, loving, I feel for you, you big goofball, laugh. I love my husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304262838480277922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SZyG8srsEaI/AAAAAAAAALg/2rOld5LEOF8/s400/IMGP0316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for my friends far away who wish to help me now with my dilema and wanted photos... here we go. And for my friends who were hoping for beautiful ranch pictures... maybe next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304262823177350594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SZyG7zrL7cI/AAAAAAAAALY/jmM3SU5vwAQ/s400/IMGP0315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-979231922661488685?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/979231922661488685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=979231922661488685&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/979231922661488685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/979231922661488685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-my-husband.html' title='I love my husband!'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SZyG7KKqD8I/AAAAAAAAALI/OGqUPRHs_rE/s72-c/IMGP0312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-6843216996152823615</id><published>2009-01-27T21:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:59:14.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horses'/><title type='text'>Success!!</title><content type='html'>Well, for both of you who read my blog, I thought you might like to know that we lived to tell the tale! We "practiced" in the corral for a minute with a "pretend" tongue to be sure that the feeling of the wood against Bowers' legs wouldn't bother him. Then we hitched them to the fore-cart and the Rancher drove them around the corral! This picture is blurry, but I really like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SX_bFSrkFrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hBD_itHeTFw/s1600-h/IMGP0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296192570771379890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SX_bFSrkFrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hBD_itHeTFw/s400/IMGP0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we were off to the cows. It's about a half to 3/4 of a mile to the stack yard. Sure was nice to not have to walk it today! Then we hitched to the bale roller, and fed those cows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296192578815898034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SX_bFwphsbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-u1h3u-yvzw/s400/IMGP0266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The boys did GREAT! We did have a little snaffoo on the second bale. It was a very hard pull either because of the snow in front of it, or it was frozen down. The team didn't pull together like a team should, and they couldn't get it to move. Bowers was thinking, this is WAY heavy, and so after a few tries, he would back up when we asked him to walk instead of trying to go forward at all. It was apparent that if we continued with the same approach we were going to teach him to be very balky about pulling a load. So we unhitched from the bale (not from the cart) and the Rancher drove them around for a few minutes with plenty of stops and starts, so that they could regain their confidence. While he did this, I removed the snow from in front of the bale. Then we hooked a chain between the cart and the bale roller so that the team could walk forward a few steps before hitting the load. This worked well, and they were able to break the bale loose. We then removed the chain and hitched the cart back to the roller, and away we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got to drive, and the Rancher took some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296195393204525602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SX_dplEEGiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/sSC4Hi-xmZ8/s400/IMGP0271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;For a friend that asked for more detail about the bail un-roller, here it is. The frame makes 3 sides of a square, with a short tongue on the middle side. The steel is 3" channel iron and the corners are reinforced. The open end has a whole bored in each end that allows a very large "pin" to be placed in it, and locked on one end with a carter pin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296192587214471714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SX_bGP75wiI/AAAAAAAAAKY/FZR3oXIHk9E/s400/IMGP0265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The pin is removed and the frame is placed around the bale appropriately. The pin is then placed in the whole on one side of the frame and lined up with the center of the bale. Then, the fun part. Grab the closest sledge hammer and pound that pin through the center of the bale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296192591507720306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SX_bGf7fiHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/PzeMbYdTAK0/s400/IMGP0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This isn't as hard as it seems. I can do it, but the Rancher really makes it look easy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once you are through the whole bale, you line the other side of the frame up with the pin, attach it, and secure it with the carter pin. Hitch on to your pick-up, or your team of draft horses, and pull the bale to the desired location for feeding. Cut the strings, and move on up. Your bale should unroll nicely.... unless you have it on backwards! In which case you unhitch, and just flip the bale un-roller to the other side of the bale (you don't have to remove the roller to do this). Move your team to the other side, hitch 'em back up, and away you go again. We had lots of experience at this today, because both bales were "backwards"! It was great training for the team to line up, back up, stand still, and then pull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296195400643998466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SX_dqAxxcwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wDTg3pBIDgI/s400/IMGP0274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a good picture of how it all looks. (Photo credit on this one goes to the Rancher!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and just because the sun was shining doesn't mean it was WARM! Yesterday was a big goose egg when we left the house, and today was a whopping 10 degrees F with wind chills below zero! But we had so much fun, we didn't think of the cold (okay, 6 layers of clothing and Carhart Extremes help, too).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296192595451473938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SX_bGunwcBI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FnC_4WpulqM/s400/IMGP0269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-6843216996152823615?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6843216996152823615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=6843216996152823615&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/6843216996152823615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/6843216996152823615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2009/01/success.html' title='Success!!'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SX_bFSrkFrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hBD_itHeTFw/s72-c/IMGP0263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-8758079690923155336</id><published>2009-01-26T16:33:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:56:02.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horses'/><title type='text'>Dreams Come True...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I remember the day, about 13 years ago, on our first ranch job when I rode Woody up to a wire gate and opened it from his back. It hit me at that moment that a dream had come true. I was riding the first colt I had ever trained (he was no longer a colt by then) and doing real ranch work with him. All those years of training where we just dreamed and pretended that we were doing something that had a purpose, and now it was for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, another dream came true. About 17 years ago I worked a summer internship for Bowers Bros. Horse Training. At the time, twin brothers Mike and Steve Bowers were training saddle horses and draft horses. They had enough hay ground to put the teams to work mowing, raking, and hauling hay in from the field. I fell in love that summer... with driving teams for a purpose. (I also fell in love that summer with the Rancher, but that's another blogpost.) Today we fed our cows with a team of horses! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295755501670253970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SX5NkhZgRZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/b9_rlfIPi8k/s400/IMGP0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's "Bowers and Barney". Bowers is the one on the right (in the photo) with a blaze face. He came to us early last fall. Sadly, Steve Bowers passed away about a year and a half ago. This 3 year old Belgian colt was one that he had bought, but hadn't yet started. Peggy, Steve's wife, sent him to us to "give him a purpose". I don't know who has gotten more of an education, Bowers, or the Rancher and I! Like I said, it's been 17 years since my internship and I have only used a team a handful of times since. Thankfully, Steve Bowers, lives on in the books he has written. We have poured over and over the one we have, to learn and re-learn how to do this so as to teach Bowers the right way. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295755490801305490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SX5Nj46JR5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/iC0OzWkQEiw/s400/IMGP0237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Barney, we bought at a draft horse auction in October. He's a tried and true sleigh ride horse, and who knows what he did prior to that! He's about 15 and has been-there-done-that. He's a good horse, but truth be told, Bowers is well on his way to being better. But they are the team we have. We've been ground driving them while the Rancher has been building all of the equipment neccesary to get the job done. He's built single trees, double trees, and a neck yoke. We don't have a sled to hitch them too, but we have pulled a small pasture harrow with Bowers, and hitched Barney to a borrowed cart.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295755507381424946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SX5Nk2rJ0zI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/gQR7HQ9ssko/s400/IMGP0247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We decided last night, as we looked out on the foot of snow, that today would be a good day to hitch them to a hay bale, and feed the cows. We hooked the double trees to the home made bale roller that the Rancher uses behind the pick-up. Then we hitched up the team. Bowers seemed to notice the new weight behind him, but didn't let it bother him. We fed two bales this way and then headed 'em home. It was quite a workout for the Rancher and I since we walked the whole way to the cows, walked for the feeding, and walked home. The Rancher replaced the shaves on the borrowed cart with a tongue later this afternoon... so tomorrow we won't have to walk as far! If all goes well! It will be the first time Bowers will be hitched with a tongue and to a wheeled vehicle, but we're counting on the deep snow, the breaks on the cart, and of course, his good training to bring us through!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295755498965190082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SX5NkXUkRcI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YU5tksw0RRI/s400/IMGP0243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If we live to tell the tale, I'll post about it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295755510194276210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SX5NlBJyh3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/8lhO9fIUWe8/s400/IMGP0249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-8758079690923155336?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8758079690923155336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=8758079690923155336&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/8758079690923155336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/8758079690923155336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-come-true.html' title='Dreams Come True...'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SX5NkhZgRZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/b9_rlfIPi8k/s72-c/IMGP0245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-3144501208150942062</id><published>2008-11-18T21:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:56:25.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weaning'/><title type='text'>Ahh, That Country "Moo-sic"!</title><content type='html'>Well, if you live on a ranch this time of year, you know what that means! The Rancher and I will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;serenaded&lt;/span&gt; all night... oh, the romance of it all. It's weaning time and not more than 100 yards from our bedroom window there are 128 bawling calves and 128 bawling cows. Now, we do this with as little stress as possible (to the cattle that is!). We use a method called "across-the-fence-weaning". We gather all of the cattle into the corral, and then sort the cows and calves apart. We then turn the cows into a pasture on one side of the corral, and turn the calves out on the pasture on the other side of the corral. These pastures share a fence. A really, really stout fence. This way the cows and calves can still "talk" to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eachother&lt;/span&gt; and touch noses. Beyond the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fenceline&lt;/span&gt; they have fresh grass and water. "Makes perfect sense," you might say. How would it be done differently? Well, more often than not, cattle are weaned by locking the calves in the corral and hauling the cows far off to the other side of the ranch. The calves bawl and walk for many days, stirring up the dust as they do. The results are a lot of respiratory problems and other sickness in already stressed calves. Then the calves need to be "doctored" or treated with antibiotics. Well, since we sell our cattle as beef directly to the customer, with no hormones, and no antibiotics, that would significantly reduce the number of cattle we could sell that way. So we need to use a lower stress, healthier for the cattle, method. While we will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;serenaded&lt;/span&gt; tonight, tomorrow there will be significantly less "moo-sic" and by Thursday or Friday all should be quiet on our peaceful little ranch again. (No laughing from the peanut gallery, please!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-3144501208150942062?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/3144501208150942062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=3144501208150942062&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/3144501208150942062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/3144501208150942062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahh-that-country-moo-sic.html' title='Ahh, That Country &quot;Moo-sic&quot;!'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-9030307453513015643</id><published>2008-11-03T08:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:58:49.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earthquakes'/><title type='text'>EARTHQUAKE!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, as shocking as it is that I am actually posting to my blog, we REALLY DID have an earthquake here this morning.  I had just woken up, barely, and was still lying in bed when everything started to shake!  It only lasted about 5-10 seconds, but I heard things on the walls rattling and felt the whole world shaking!  I asked the Rancher, "Did you feel that?" he was mostly still asleep and said "No."  After I got up and started the coffee, I checked the USGS website and sure enough there was a big red dot in the middle of Wyoming indicating an earthquake within the last hour!  It was recorded at 6:13 am, and when I thought enough to look at the clock to mark the time it was 6:14 am.  I talked to a neighbor this morning and though she didn't feel it, apparently it isn't as uncommon as I would like to think living here in central Wyoming.  She had some great stories of one or two "doosies".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-9030307453513015643?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/9030307453513015643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=9030307453513015643&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/9030307453513015643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/9030307453513015643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2008/11/earthquake.html' title='EARTHQUAKE!!!!'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-1181564354995956888</id><published>2008-07-12T21:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:49:39.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture is worth a thousand words....</title><content type='html'>So, I'll limit the words (a little) and post about a thousand pictures... The Rancher has been telling family and friends how "We got some great pictures, Wendi'll be posting them to her blog..." And I haven't. The guilt is more than I can take, so enjoy some photos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222341435073050066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SHl73bVVNdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/52Zwnhuc-sw/s400/IMGP0156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the "cowboy crew" of the Bar Double L, although the cowgirls outnumber the cowboy! From left to right is the Redheaded Cowgirl, the Biggest Cowgirl, the Littlest Cowgirl, and the Rancher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222341439308363058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SHl73rHG9TI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XeZeQfXP9BE/s400/IMGP0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another important member of the crew is, Bud.  He's a 1996 model Border Collie/McNab who has covered a LOT of miles with the Rancher and I.  This is him after helping us move pairs out of the north pasture, he found a shady spot to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222341448159896354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SHl74MFeoyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wRSloclrYoM/s400/IMGP0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Blackie, she is Bud's daughter.  The Ol' man still has it, 'cuz she was born on the 4th of July just two years ago!  She's learning the ropes from her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222341452369809346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SHl74bxMz8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/hw2I0xpBSsc/s400/IMGP0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dogs weren't the only ones resting after the move.  This photo shows the two oldest members of the crew (well, except the Rancher and I).  Woody, the black horse, was the first horse that I ever bought on my own.  He was 5 months old and I was a young teenager (we're both MUCH older now!).  It's pretty cool to me that the Redheaded Cowgirl is riding him and enjoying it.  He's a little too arthritic to carry me anymore.  The bald faced sorrel, is actually my mom's horse, he's 18 and we've had him around since he was three.  The Rancher and I have had "custody" of him for many of those years and he has been a great asset to the crew.  The Rancher is on "Peanut Butter" a mare we have owned for about a year.  She's cowy, but she likes to buck occasionally.... thus, the Rancher likes her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222346883422378114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SHmA0kBCWII/AAAAAAAAAF8/1_Sd07wCu88/s400/IMGP0354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fast forward a month or so, and we trailed the pairs up the mountain after branding (pictures of which are on my nephew's camera, and may or may not appear someday).  This is Pastor T. riding Ace, and having a great time helping us out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222346895900375378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SHmA1SgBeVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_-4ivT6-rjs/s400/IMGP0356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was my first trip up the mountain since we've lived here, so I was awed, to say the least, by the scenery here in our backyard!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222346900845201650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SHmA1k69iPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vNl3llNhO68/s400/IMGP0359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This picture is reminiscent of a western print my mom has in her living room, which includes a cowby resting near his horse in the forground... wonder if the artist had ever seen our ranch?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222346916689642226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SHmA2f8kgvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BVoSTdflW_Q/s400/IMGP0360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of resting cowboys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222346924211066098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SHmA2790VPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hrvgu-R5hSk/s400/IMGP0369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, I was there too... who do ya think was taking all the pictures?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-1181564354995956888?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1181564354995956888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=1181564354995956888&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/1181564354995956888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/1181564354995956888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2008/07/picture-is-worth-thousand-words.html' title='A picture is worth a thousand words....'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SHl73bVVNdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/52Zwnhuc-sw/s72-c/IMGP0156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-5982572795595982287</id><published>2008-06-17T21:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:55:24.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not that I lack subject matter....</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But lately I've had &lt;em&gt;so much&lt;/em&gt; blog worthy subject matter that I've frankly been too worn out to blog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends and fellow "Martin Loopers" visiting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A snakebit horse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Various calving stories.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The tragic and unexpected death of the snakebit horse, accompanied by a trip to the emergency room for the Littlest Cowgirl ~ this one will &lt;em&gt;definitely&lt;/em&gt; get it's own blogpost!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The begining of the outdoor and Farmer's Market season for selling our grassfed beef, and Mary Ann's Beans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A field trip with more Martin Loopers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Rancher's new yellow toy, er, I mean tool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A visit from two of the Cowgirl's town cousins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And those are just the BIG things... not to mention the cute things that happen or get said by the Cowgirls...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just hang in there with me, and I'll get some of these stories told before I forget the details! LOL!  But if I'm slow... it's becuase we are branding this week! Creating yet one more thing to write about!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-5982572795595982287?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/5982572795595982287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=5982572795595982287&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/5982572795595982287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/5982572795595982287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-not-that-i-lack-subject-matter.html' title='It&apos;s not that I lack subject matter....'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-417454760590015795</id><published>2008-06-01T20:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:56:20.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow! What a week... or two! Things have really been rolling along here! After the snake event it started to rain. And rain. And rain. What a wonderful amount of moisture we recieved! Now that it has warmed up a bit, we should really grow some grass! However, the weather was not without it's challenges. It seemed as though the heifers just thought that they couldn't buckle down and do their job in the rain, and we ended up pulling several more calves. Some made it, some didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little story about the "romance" of being a Ranchwife: One evening I was invited to the neighbor's for a "girls night". I was all cleaned up and ready to go (including perfume) when the Rancher called on the cell and said that we needed to get a heifer in and pull her calf. I changed my clothes and went out in the rain to help get her in. I was afoot and was quickly reminded why God made horses! By the time we got her to the corral I was wet, sweating, and tired! The Rancher roped the heifer and snubbed her to the post, then we got to work on the pulling. As we were there behind this heifer in the mud and fluids associated with birth, he looks over at me and says, "You smell really good!" I laughed, what a man! Even in the mud, rain, sweat, and slime he's my true love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I drove to the neighbor's I asked if he would take a picture of the sunset for my blog... and being my true love, he obliged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207112031096834290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SENgzccwiPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/A7R6sAXm-e4/s400/IMGP0243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-417454760590015795?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/417454760590015795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=417454760590015795&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/417454760590015795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/417454760590015795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2008/06/romance.html' title='Romance'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SENgzccwiPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/A7R6sAXm-e4/s72-c/IMGP0243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-573442919023535707</id><published>2008-05-18T13:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:38:05.069-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snakes'/><title type='text'>Snake Season Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, we saw the first evidence of snakes here yesterday when we trailed cows. We saw three bull snakes. They are big and icky to be sure, but they are harmless and do their part in the ecosystem. We leave them alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, a friend of the Cowgirls from church came home with us. We had warned her that we'd started to see snakes out. I was in the horse barn with the Rancher when I heard her yell. She said she thought she'd heard a rattle. I went to where she pointed and sure enough, there was a BIG rattlesnake in the path that we all take from the house to the barn. I had come armed with a horse brush, but suddenly that felt like not quite enough! I grabbed a big stick and as I approached, that too seemed not &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; long enough! The Rancher was taking a long time to show up, so I went and got my pistol. A 9mm round put me at a safe distance and did the job. The Rancher finished him with some very large rocks and then removed the rattles and awarded them to the girl from church. There were nine buttons! It was a good sized snake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201817106352391314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SDCRGQqvRJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/F7JEGoAwsl4/s400/IMGP0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The picture seems a bit blurry, but I may have still been shaking a bit!  The nail is two inches long, for reference.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now it may be agrued that rattlesnakes do their part in the ecosystem as well.  But they are not allowed to do it in my yard, around my kids, friends, dogs, horses, etc...  So here's the official warning to rattlesnakes on this ranch... don't mess with this ranchwife!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-573442919023535707?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/573442919023535707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=573442919023535707&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/573442919023535707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/573442919023535707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2008/05/snake-season-begins.html' title='Snake Season Begins'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SDCRGQqvRJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/F7JEGoAwsl4/s72-c/IMGP0186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-8466079917599621764</id><published>2008-05-15T23:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T00:09:29.381-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heifers'/><title type='text'>Calving Update: Or You Win Some You Lose Some</title><content type='html'>Heifer calving is... well, it's a challenge, at best.  Heifers are female cattle that are awaiting their first calf.  Thing is, they don't all read the book, What to Expect When You're Expecting (a calf!) and they sometimes do stupid things.  I've come across one heifer this season that was lying over the bank of a dry irrigation ditch while calving....  Hard to deliver a calf when you have a large hump in the middle of your belly.  I got her up and she moved off a ways and then lay down with her head downhill.  Ummmm, physics say that gravity is a GOOD thing during childbirth!  We ended up taking her to the barn and pulling the calf.  All was well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another heifer tried the push-the-calf-out-up-the-hill method.  She couldn't get up.  It was about 6:30 am so I enlisted the help of The Rancher, and my trusty horse.  By the time I had saddled my horse and returned to the scene, The Rancher had succesfully delivered the calf.  He then rolled the heifer over so she could get up.  Once she was up she didn't appreciate what he had done for her and she decided to leave the scene.  With my horse, I tried to push her back to her newborn calf.  She was more concerned with being "bossed around" than taking care of her calf.  She tried to leave the country.  Although The Rancher was afoot, he had in hand the rope he had used during the delivery.  He roped the heifer and handed me the rope to dally off to my saddle horn.  We got the heifer stopped, and The Rancher retrieved the calf and brought it to the heifer.  She was still being obstinate and would not mother her calf.  So, I took her to the corral on the end of my rope and locked her in a pen.  While The Rancher removed the rope I went with the old 77 Ford pickup to get the calf and bring him to his mama.  He was big, and slippery and resented being lifted to the floorboard of the truck.  I'm sure it was a commical sight!  Once he was delivered to his mom in the corral and we penned them together and were able to back off quite a ways, the heifer decided motherhood wasn't so bad after all.  I love a happy ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday, was a MONDAY!  It rained most of the day.  We had three heifers decide to calve.  We had to pull ALL THREE!  We were able to take all three to the barn for a reasonably dry environment.  The first one was a tough pull but made it and was happily nursing in a relatively short time.  The second one was a big calf, in a small heifer who had not dialated properly.  It took both The Rancher and I pulling with all our might on the calf chains.  (These are small chains looped like a bracelet around the ankles of the calf and attached to a handle to facilitate delivery.)  We were able to deliver the head and shoulders of the calf.  On large calves, it is espcecially important at this point to "twist" the calf in the birth canal so that his hips do not get stuck and pulling him the rest of the way out is easier.  We twisted, but since this was our second calf in a short amount of time, we were tired, and I don't think we twisted quite far enough.  We continued to pull.  The calves hips then "locked" with the pelvis of the heifer and we were unable to pull the calf out completely.  We attached a rope to the handles, and pulled with the horse, and still were unable to deliver the calf.  The Rancher drove to the neighbors to borrow the "calf-puller".  We had lost the calf, but now had to work fast to save the heifer.  With the calf puller, (a pole with a hand winch, and a brace that goes against the hind end of the heifer) we were able to deliver the rest of the calf.  The story may have been different if we had the puller on hand earlier... but you live and learn, and you can't save them all no matter what you do.  About an hour later, we pulled the third calf of the day.  We went straight for the puller, and delviered a live calf.  Our record was 2-1 for the day.  It was dark by then and we went to the house wet, and exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I happened to be at the right place at the right time.  I noticed a heifer out in the pasture behaving as though she had just calved and was looking down at her baby.  But things weren't just right.  So I stopped the truck and walked out to the heifer.  She had chosen to calve right next to an irrigation ditch full of water.  Her calf was alive and standing up in the ditch with it's head just barely above the water.  The sides of the ditch were too steep for it to get out... being a complete newborn.  I jumped in the ditch and grabbed the calf,  pulled him out, and drug him as far from the ditch as I could (without provoking this good mama to fight!).  Mama came over to him, licked him to dry him, and I saw him up and nursing when I went back to check a while later.  Phew!  Another happy ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are down to about 30 head of heifers left to calve... the grandma cows are calving on their own in the North Pasture... as it should be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-8466079917599621764?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8466079917599621764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=8466079917599621764&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/8466079917599621764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/8466079917599621764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2008/05/calving-update-or-you-win-some-you-lose.html' title='Calving Update: Or You Win Some You Lose Some'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-2661040559081265937</id><published>2008-05-15T15:19:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T18:06:25.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first cattle drive at the Duncan Ranch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, today is a gloomy cloudy day, so why not reminisce about a sunny day about a week ago when we had our first trail drive since we have lived here at the Duncan Ranch. We moved our old grandma cows and the heifers that had already calved to the North Pasture. The crew was just the Rancher, the three cowgirls and myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Littlest Cowgirl exclaimed as we left the gate of the Hogback Pasture, "Let's take 'em to the North Pasture!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200721958411387874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SCytEQqvQ-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/rqK2khcnleo/s400/IMGP0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we headed down the road. There was a bit of "goofing-off" by two of the cowgirls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200721962706355186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SCytEgqvQ_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/e4NJnX-dC-4/s400/IMGP0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Rancher always likes to count 'em through the gate. Not my favorite job! I usually lose track, or at least worry that I am going to lose track!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200727120962077698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SCyxwwqvRAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GmL0AQ2iZ6k/s400/IMGP0116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we have just moved here, the cows are all "new-to-us" and had to be re-branded with our "Bar Double L" brand. We think it looks very nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200727133846979618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SCyxxgqvRCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xrOLcr4i8Rg/s400/IMGP0127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really enjoy watching the Rancher and the Cowgirls work together... That's the Redheaded Cowgirl there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200727125257045010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="333" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SCyxxAqvRBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jOUemgf5Kd8/s400/IMGP0117.JPG" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for now, I have my Littlest Cowgirl close by for company... but it won't last long, as she keeps asking if she can ride by herself! Oi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200727142436914226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SCyxyAqvRDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/b1fECa1LzgY/s400/IMGP0125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once we got them through the gate, we weren't done... The Rancher rode around the fence to be sure gates were closed and to fix any holes, and us girls still had to take the cows to the windmill so they would know where to find water. Since I am still leading the Littlest Cowgirl on her pony, "Polly", I really depend on the other cowgirls to get the job done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200753461996504130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SCzJuAqvREI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bLrOcrYbdQ4/s400/IMGP0134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do a good job, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200753474881406034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SCzJuwqvRFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/oljF9IjC4Q8/s400/IMGP0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the view from the back of my horse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200753483471340642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SCzJvQqvRGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hPArrI6Y-0c/s400/IMGP0130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a picture of a happy cow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200753492061275250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SCzJvwqvRHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0Pxx6zekhoY/s400/IMGP0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Littlest Cowgirl, still smiling at the end of the trail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200753522126046338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SCzJxgqvRII/AAAAAAAAAFE/2Jvo_xXAXxM/s400/IMGP0136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-2661040559081265937?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2661040559081265937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=2661040559081265937&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/2661040559081265937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/2661040559081265937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-first-cattle-drive-at-duncan-ranch.html' title='Our first cattle drive at the Duncan Ranch'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SCytEQqvQ-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/rqK2khcnleo/s72-c/IMGP0114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-1937098278374988666</id><published>2008-05-02T20:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:21:44.705-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>Got ELK?</title><content type='html'>We've got elk! The plan was to do a blog post on the wildlife here at the ranch...someday. But the elk pictures I have taken in the last few days are worthy of their own post. It started yesterday before dinner when we checked the heifers we noticed some elk in the next pasture. So I went to the house, grabbed the camera and sneaked up over the hill to get close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195977518205690530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBvSBfmQ4qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LzLCd0skWsw/s400/IMGP0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195977522500657842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBvSBvmQ4rI/AAAAAAAAADE/KhCI4ABsAHY/s400/IMGP0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tonight we saw them from the dining room window coming over the fence... so I sneaked some more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBvYdfmQ4sI/AAAAAAAAADM/_ci-JaHJn2U/s1600-h/2006-02-03+02-47-06_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195984596311794370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBvYdfmQ4sI/AAAAAAAAADM/_ci-JaHJn2U/s320/2006-02-03+02-47-06_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBvYdvmQ4tI/AAAAAAAAADU/2--O47_4gpA/s1600-h/2006-02-03+02-48-28_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195984600606761682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBvYdvmQ4tI/AAAAAAAAADU/2--O47_4gpA/s320/2006-02-03+02-48-28_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had been back in the house for awhile I walked around the corner into the dining room and my jaw dropped. There were about 200 head of head right outside the window!!!! So these pictures were taken from the warmth of the dining room... no sneaking necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBvYd_mQ4uI/AAAAAAAAADc/wLNV16vlRdY/s1600-h/2006-02-03+03-15-00_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195984604901728994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBvYd_mQ4uI/AAAAAAAAADc/wLNV16vlRdY/s320/2006-02-03+03-15-00_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBvYefmQ4vI/AAAAAAAAADk/w9T6dXom7oE/s1600-h/2006-02-03+03-15-35_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195984613491663602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBvYefmQ4vI/AAAAAAAAADk/w9T6dXom7oE/s320/2006-02-03+03-15-35_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBvYd_mQ4uI/AAAAAAAAADc/wLNV16vlRdY/s1600-h/2006-02-03+03-15-00_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBvYevmQ4wI/AAAAAAAAADs/j-sfngy8w_M/s1600-h/2006-02-03+03-15-24_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195984617786630914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBvYevmQ4wI/AAAAAAAAADs/j-sfngy8w_M/s320/2006-02-03+03-15-24_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBvYefmQ4vI/AAAAAAAAADk/w9T6dXom7oE/s1600-h/2006-02-03+03-15-35_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As you can see, our May blizzard is over and the sun is out.  It'll be a COLD night, but the high should be 55 tomorrow!  Gotta love spring!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-1937098278374988666?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1937098278374988666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=1937098278374988666&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/1937098278374988666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/1937098278374988666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2008/05/got-elk.html' title='Got ELK?'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBvSBfmQ4qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LzLCd0skWsw/s72-c/IMGP0089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-4223558393252989906</id><published>2008-05-02T12:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T12:31:27.383-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Blizzard - in May</title><content type='html'>The calf didn't make it. It was a hard one to take, especially for The Rancher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It continues to snow. And blow. The drifts are getting bigger. The icicles hang from the cows and the horses. The weather report that just this morning said it would snow until noon, now says it will snow until 4:00 pm. It says total snow accumulation will be 1-3 inches.... we passed that long ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-4223558393252989906?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/4223558393252989906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=4223558393252989906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/4223558393252989906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/4223558393252989906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2008/05/blizzard-in-may.html' title='Blizzard - in May'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-7900350246819610175</id><published>2008-05-02T10:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T12:24:14.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of a Ranchwife (part two) - Spring Storm</title><content type='html'>Now remember, it was Tuesday when the Three Cowgirls were "swimming" in the irrigation ditch. I was sweating from shoveling the take outs and walking around the pastures. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;forecast&lt;/span&gt; for Wednesday evening, Thursday and Friday was a spring storm with snow and blowing snow. Hard to believe when it's still 60+ degrees late Wednesday afternoon. But we prepared anyway. We gathered the cattle we are running for another rancher and brought them in to a meadow with lots of trees for protection. One was acting sick, so we took her to the corral to doctor her. While The Rancher played doctor, I went to gather our heifers into the barn yard so they would have shelter and be closer for us to watch as they continued to calve. That's when the weather arrived. Within minutes it was raining, sleeting and blowing. Just so you know, it's VERY hard to tell a horse to trot into the pelting rain/sleet. As a matter of fact, it made my mare down right mad. We went to the far corner of the pasture and found a heifer that had just calved and had a cute little bald faced bull calf. He was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wobbley&lt;/span&gt;, but followed mama all the way to the barnyard. The Rancher joined me and we got everything in, but we were soaked to the skin! We stopped in the barn to check on a calf that we had pulled earlier in the day and then took the horses to the horse barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had put a pot roast in the oven earlier and had asked the Biggest Cowgirl to cut up some potatoes and carrots to throw in with it. When we walked through the door the Three Cowgirls made us close our eyes and they led us into the living room and made us hold hands.... then the music started to play, our favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; of classical dinner music, called Wine Country Classics, they let us open our eyes, and then they said, okay start... "Start what?" "Dancing", they all cried. We'll it's great music, but not real great dance music... but they were so cute we had to oblige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195831214439719538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBtM9fmQ4nI/AAAAAAAAACk/QRuygwshass/s320/2006_0201_025701AA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as we turned and saw into the dinning room, the table was set with a white cloth, our fine china, and silver, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pot roast&lt;/span&gt; and veggies were in the middle of the table. It was beautiful, and I probably don't have to tell you what a relief it was to come in soaking wet and cold and not have to organize the setting of the table and dinner as well! We were so proud and touched by our girls favor to us! They're great kids!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195831223029654146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBtM9_mQ4oI/AAAAAAAAACs/jQL_XUW7Cpo/s320/2006_0201_025629AA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It went on to snow that night, a little, and Thursday was cold... but Friday morning around 8:00am the real blizzard began. Here is the Biggest Cowgirl following The Rancher out to check the heifers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195834375535649426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBtP1fmQ4pI/AAAAAAAAAC0/iAAq1OxnxOk/s320/IMGP0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now The Rancher called on the cell and said we have to tend to yet another newborn....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The romance never ends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-7900350246819610175?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7900350246819610175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=7900350246819610175&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/7900350246819610175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/7900350246819610175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2008/05/definition-of-ranchwife-part-two-spring.html' title='Definition of a Ranchwife (part two) - Spring Storm'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBtM9fmQ4nI/AAAAAAAAACk/QRuygwshass/s72-c/2006_0201_025701AA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-7562167526058112128</id><published>2008-05-01T13:49:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:29:12.928-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranching'/><title type='text'>Definition of a Ranchwife (part one)</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I said that a ranchwife is like a housewife plus thousands of acres, hundreds of cattle, nine horses, chickens, dogs, cats.... but being a Lutheran the question must be asked, "What does this mean?" &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is an example from the past couple of days. (part two will be preparing for the spring storm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday: The Rancher had to go to Casper to shoe horses. Right now we are heifer calving and irrigating. These things do not stop for the day because one is away. For those who do not know, "heifers" are the bovine equivalent to "girls". When "girls" grow up they become "women", and when "heifers" grow up they become "cows". A heifer has grown up when she has her first calf. So, for better or worse we have stocked our new ranch with about 100 first time mamas and about half that many "grandma cows" who are likely on their last calf, about 13 years old. First time mamas don't always do things like they are supposed to so it takes a bit of babysitting sometimes. So with The Rancher in town I had one calf in the corral who needed assistance entering the world the day before and the stress of the event had left him kindof "dumb" and not very vigorous. He wouldn't get up and nurse on his own so we were trying to get him to nurse from a bottle. We had let the new momma out to get a drink of water and she seemed to have forgotten that she had had a baby. The Biggest Cowgirl and I spent way too much time trying to teach this little guy something that should have been instinct. Later in the day I saddled my horse and went off to find the absent mama and bring her back. We locked them into a smaller pen, and hooray! instinct kicked in... guess that instinct is stronger when it's the real thing instead of a bottle and a couple of humans!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195616285686292994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="182" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBqJe_mQ4gI/AAAAAAAAABs/e_iXUtPNim4/s200/2006_0130_192723AA.JPG" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we still had irrigating to do. We decided to walk rather than use the fuel for the old pickup truck. While I was setting an irrigation tarp the three cowgirls decided it was warm enough to get wet... really wet. After I threatened to make them do their own laundry from now on I saw the fun they were having and decided to take a picture instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195617496867070482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 407px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="163" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBqKlfmQ4hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NbrpXsqBxMw/s200/2006_0130_212053AA.JPG" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great walk! And if you are wondering what subjects we covered for school that day... biology, hydrology, physics, P.E. Not bad for pre-school, kindergarten, and second grade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also took these pictures from the top of the hill above the house....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195626602197738050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="247" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBqS3fmQ4kI/AAAAAAAAACM/OjjCFaz87yc/s200/2006_0130_222644AA.JPG" width="327" border="0" /&gt;The horse barn is the red building to the right, the house sits in the trees to the left.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195622109661946402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="235" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBqOx_mQ4iI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Llu-5CbT6nU/s200/2006_0130_222632AA.JPG" width="283" border="0" /&gt; These are the heifers waiting it out to calve....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195626610787672658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="257" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBqS3_mQ4lI/AAAAAAAAACU/pbCKGHRaGfs/s200/2006_0130_222658AA.JPG" width="363" border="0" /&gt;This hill formation is called a "hog-back"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195626615082639970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 404px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="148" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBqS4PmQ4mI/AAAAAAAAACc/jlvS3Zsn_Sc/s200/2006_0130_222606AA.JPG" width="199" border="0" /&gt;This is looking south to the higher pont of the ranch. Yes the skyline is within our boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-7562167526058112128?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7562167526058112128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=7562167526058112128&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/7562167526058112128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/7562167526058112128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2008/05/definition-of-ranchwife-part-one.html' title='Definition of a Ranchwife (part one)'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SBqJe_mQ4gI/AAAAAAAAABs/e_iXUtPNim4/s72-c/2006_0130_192723AA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-7691585023048352419</id><published>2008-05-01T08:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:19:28.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>Well it turns out that last week was a lousy time to start a blog! Life got pretty busy here on the ranch. We had "Anna's second ride", still with no pictures. The Biggest Cowgirl did ride her at a trot and was able to accomplish some nice one-rein stops (essential to have down before I turn loose of the long lead rope!). Anna goosed a few times, keeping things interesting for the Biggest Cowgirl who rode through them quite well. Between life and weather Anna has not had her third ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the week was spent preparing for a craft show in Longmont, Colorado. The previous owner of &lt;a href="http://maryannsbeans.com/"&gt;Mary&lt;/a&gt; Ann's Beans (why didn't that all get underlined?) took the products to a lot of craft shows on the Front Range of Colorado. She had a great and loyal following of customers that is prudent for me to maintain. So, for a while, we will continue this avenue of marketing. It is a lot of fun to go and meet new and old cutomers face to face, sample the soups, and get wonderful comments back. It's also great for the girls. Since we homeschool it's like mini-society, but in real life. When I was in third grade we had mini-society where we made a product and then had some mini-society bucks that we could buy other peoples products with. So, I pay the girls with beans when they help with a craft show or farmer's market. They can then trade those beans for other vendors' items, or if they don't trade, I will pay them cash when it's over. The Biggest Cowgirl and the Redheaded Cowgirl went with me. They traded shrewdly for a bracelet, and a bunny statue and doll dress respcetively. They also pooled some resources and traded for a pair of earings for me for Mothers Day. They're good kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rancher kept the Littlest Cowgirl with him for the weekend. Their's was the bigger adventure! They headed out to Meeteetse to buy our final load of heifers to stock the ranch. They made it as far as Casper when the empty bumper pull trailer hit some ice and whipped around and hit the side of the truck, popped off the hitch, and rolled! No other vehicles were hit, The Rancher and his precious passenger were rattled, but fine, and they were able to complete their trip, minus the trailer and the 4 head that it was intended to bring home. The rest of the weekend was uneventful with the Littlest Cowgirl taking good care of The Rancher and helping him irrigate, ride out on her horse to check the heifers, and snuggling up for a good story before bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all reunited late on Monday. And as they say, there's no place like home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-7691585023048352419?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7691585023048352419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=7691585023048352419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/7691585023048352419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/7691585023048352419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2008/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-3302485111134084276</id><published>2008-04-20T19:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:27:36.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna's First Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Anna will be two years old on May 14. She was born on Mother's Day. Here's what she looked like then...She's not the only one who has grown!!! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SAvwYFHyiHI/AAAAAAAAABM/ymryR0k1_FA/s1600-h/DSCF0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191507291957004402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="212" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SAvwYFHyiHI/AAAAAAAAABM/ymryR0k1_FA/s320/DSCF0026.JPG" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SAvwYVHyiII/AAAAAAAAABU/Tl8jCepA6F8/s1600-h/DSCF0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191507296251971714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="211" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SAvwYVHyiII/AAAAAAAAABU/Tl8jCepA6F8/s320/DSCF0030.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SAvwYFHyiGI/AAAAAAAAABE/wWX7HndKjF0/s1600-h/DSCF0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191507291957004386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="209" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SAvwYFHyiGI/AAAAAAAAABE/wWX7HndKjF0/s320/DSCF0025.JPG" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her name came from her momma, Polly. We decided before she was born that if she was a filly her name would be Anna, so we would have "Polly" (and) "Anna". If she had been a colt she would have been "Pockets" for "Polly" (and) "Pockets". In hindsight, "Pockets" would have been appropriate, as that's where she likes to be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Biggest Cowgirl and I have been working with her this last week in preparation for her first ride. We have haltered her and taught her to give to pressure, flexing her neck this way and that, moving her hind quarters in response to pressure on her side, followed by crossing over with her front feet. The idea is that if a horse knows &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; to move it's feet on demand &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; you take that first ride, then things will work out better! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next step was the saddle... we did that yesterday before we went out to gather in the heifers. The Rancher put the saddle on and then the Biggest Cowgirl led her around from the back of an honorable and trusty stee&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SAv18lHyiJI/AAAAAAAAABc/XKq6GVoPMKI/s1600-h/2006_0121_010120AA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191513416580368530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="203" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SAv18lHyiJI/AAAAAAAAABc/XKq6GVoPMKI/s320/2006_0121_010120AA.JPG" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d, Sweetie. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SAv19FHyiKI/AAAAAAAAABk/w9g6cXVyDz0/s1600-h/2006_0121_010128AA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191513425170303138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SAv19FHyiKI/AAAAAAAAABk/w9g6cXVyDz0/s320/2006_0121_010128AA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then turned her loose to follow us while we rode out to gather the heifers. She learned to move with the saddle on , to run, buck a little, and let all the leather flop and slap and make noise while she moved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today we went through all the ground work again. Moving the feet, giving to pressure, saddling, moving with the saddle. Then we added a cowgirl. Every thing went well, no jumps, bucks, or even starts. Just a few cockeyed ears wonding about what was going on. Actually, Anna is, and always has been a very friendly and quiet little filly. Just right for a little girs's first training experience. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures, you ask? No, Mom didn't let go of the rope to take any... Maybe there will be photos of the second ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-3302485111134084276?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/3302485111134084276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=3302485111134084276&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/3302485111134084276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/3302485111134084276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2008/04/annas-first-ride.html' title='Anna&apos;s First Ride'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh68Lxrvtmk/SAvwYFHyiHI/AAAAAAAAABM/ymryR0k1_FA/s72-c/DSCF0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024265042674380244.post-5302486087452736181</id><published>2008-04-19T16:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T16:58:39.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog of a Cowgirl</title><content type='html'>Well, off we go into the blogoshpere.  I was undecided on the name of my blog.  "Blog of a Cowgirl" is a take-off of the book, "The Log of a Cowboy", by Andy Adams, which was first published in 1903.  While I'm a cowgirl, and always will be, as I mature (that's the polite way of saying I'm getting older) I enjoy identifying myself as being a ranchwife.  I like to say, "Think of a housewife with a husband and three children, laundry, cooking, and cleaning, plus thousands of acres, a couple hundred head of cattle, several horses, some chickens...." Well, you get the idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I chose the name, Reminiscenses of a RANCHWIFE, as a take-off of the book, "Reminiscenses of a RANCHMAN", by Edgar Beecher Bronson, written sometime around 1910 as near as I can tell.  Bronson came from "back east" and paid his dues as a "greenhorn" and finally settled on a ranch near the North Platte River, a little down-river from where we are now located.  The similarities are close enough for me to snatch his title for my own.  No, I'm not from "back-east" but I wasn't ranch raised and have now made better than a down-payment on the dues owed to attain the title of RANCHWIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all fine and dandy... but I may loose my title if I don't get out and help my beloved husband gather the heifers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024265042674380244-5302486087452736181?l=ranchwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/feeds/5302486087452736181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024265042674380244&amp;postID=5302486087452736181&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/5302486087452736181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024265042674380244/posts/default/5302486087452736181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranchwife.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-of-cowgirl.html' title='Blog of a Cowgirl'/><author><name>Wendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10745867289715373870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
