We are finally getting some spring weather. Things are melting, then it will snow one morning and everything will melt by 4 or 5 in the afternoon.
It’s exciting and a bit muddy.
The grass is just beginning to green in spots. It’s exciting to see it get greener and greener by the day. We still don’t have anything blooming and the trees are still bare. The trees don’t even have little buds on them yet. They will be getting some soon though.
The ranch hired a night rider to do the calving and tagging at night. For two weeks, he would come in at 9:30pm and leave at 6 in the morning. He took care of all the checking, calving problems, etc. during that time. Since we live right on the ranch, he would call Wooster if he needed some help. They had a uterine prolapse one night, a stuck calf another night and one long night they had a mama that ended up needing a c-section. Wooster didn’t sleep for a full 42 hours those days. The night rider was a HUGE help for the ranch. His last night was on Sunday. We don’t have many more cows that need to calve, so the interns are taking some late night turns checking.
(Cows sometimes have to have c-sections too. Thank God for those.)
On days that they are caught up calving and tagging, Wooster has been busy in the shop.
He has been busy doing some maintenance on some equipment, fixing other broken things, problem shooting things that break during the day. We walk to the shop just about every day to see him and play a little.
(We usually put Clara down in a box. It’s easier and cleaner to keep up with her if she’s contained while visiting the shop.)
But we LOVE that our Papa Bear comes home for lunch.
All kinds of craziness ensue when he comes. There are wrestling matches, big hugs, pretend games, pretend horse rides, etc. Everyone is excited to see him and have him home for 30 minutes.
While we have a pretty good little schedule going, we do have some randomness.
For instance….this blurry photo of a turkey…
Really…a turkey. We girls were playing on the deck one evening near sunset. Ruby had said earlier that she had heard an owl. Nope. (Even though we do have a Hoot Owl that lives in the canyon and calls every evening.) She heard this turkey. We watched him for a while. He got about 20 yards from us. He was calling, cooing and semi strutting for a nearby hen. He was a very young Jake and had no care for us, or didn’t even care if the girls were crying or screaming. When Wooster came home around 8pm, we were still watching him. He mentioned something about the turkey’s beard and Ruby now talks about “that bird with a mustache”.
A cowboy…
A boot…
Randomness.
