A Sneak Peek

I’ve been in colorful Colorado for almost a week now, enjoying myself at my second Buck Brannaman clinic this year!

We got a killer condo- because my mother loves me, and my colt, Dino, is doing really great!

Here’s the teaser photos:

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Cool condo chairs
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Dino
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I hope everyone else had as great a weekend as I did!

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Pretty Fillies

Several weeks ago (I know, I know, I’m way, way, way, way, way behind in my blogging) I got to go visit most of our yearling to 3yo fillies, who live with a few of our random geldings. It was a beautiful day for photographs, and I’m going to share them with you.

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This little package of horses decided they should run away from us first!

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Oh well, it made for good photos!

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They came around eventually. We rarely make a trip to the pasture without a bucket of oats. And the horses, well they love oats!

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She needed a good stretch after all that running!

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Pretty ponies and a pretty day; life couldn’t be better.

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DX This!

I’m coming to you from the Lone Star State this week! I had to make a quick trip down here, which explains a lot of my absence. Not all of it mind you, but part of it, to be sure.

Most readers to this blog know that on the ranch we brand cattle every spring. The cattle here wear a “Lazy 33″ brand on their right hip. But what a lot of you probably don’t know is that horses can be branded too;and we do brand our horses. They wear a “DX” on their right hip. In South Dakota the brands are registered with the State Brand Board but only the livestock that lives west of the Missouri river need be branded.

There are two ways to brand horses:

1. A fire brand- which is the process of using a hot iron, such as we use on calves when we brand them.
2. A freeze brand- which is the process of using a brass branding iron cooled in liquid nitrogen (At atmospheric pressure, liquid nitrogen boils at 77 K (−196 °C; −321 °F) and is a cryogenic fluid which can cause rapid freezing on contact with living tissue, which may lead to frostbite). I must say- liquid nitrogen is just cool!!! Literally and figuratively! You could also use dry ice- but it doesn’t get as cold and can be harder to use.

The difference in fire brands v. freeze brands is very obvious:

A fire brand will burn the hide of the animal so no hair grows back in its place.

A freeze brand just kills the color pigment in the hair follicle. On a lighter colored horse, such as gray, palomino or white (there’s a color blog coming later this week), it can kill the hair altogether. It’s also less painful for the horse.

Freeze branding is a pretty simple process.

Step one: get your branding irons cold! We kept our liquid nitrogen in a sealed container that had previously been used for bull semen storage- from back when they used to artificially inseminate (AI) cattle here. When it came time to use it we placed it in a cheap Styrofoam cooler, covered with a towel. The liquid nitrogen really bubbles and hisses when it gets near a lot of air! We kept a lid on it!

Step two: use some clippers to knock the hair off the hide so you can get closer to the skin.

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Step two: spray the newly clipped area with 99% pure, or ethyl alcohol. You don’t want anything less than either of those, because too much water in the alcohol can cause ice crystals to form when you place the cold iron on the horse, and it can ruin the brand. We wiped the excess with a towel and then repeated the process, not wiping the second time we sprayed.

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Step three: place the cold iron on the newly shaved area, and apply about 30-40lbs of pressure for about 10 seconds. To kill the hair entirely which you’d want to do on a lighter colored horse, you’d hold it for 15 seconds.

You can see the frost on the handle of the iron in the top right corner of the photo.
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If you look carefully you can see the liquid nitrogen turning to gas in this photo:
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This is what is the brand looks like when you remove the iron- at first it leaves a depression in the hide:

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And about 30 minutes later it swells up and looks like this:

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What eventually happens is that the branded area scabs over, the hide falls off, and in a couple months white hair grows in the place of the brand and it looks like this:

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how we freeze brand our horses here on the ranch.

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Riding, Riding, Riding

In the past two days I’ve ridden three different horses for a minimum of 25 miles.

Zach and I moved a couple hundred pairs of cattle.

Cleared our AI pasture (named for the fact that it used to house the cattle they’d artificially inseminate), the Saddle Horse Pasture (because that’s where the saddle horses live), Buck’s Pasture (named after one of the ranch’s founding studs) and the alfalfa field (because well, we grow alfalfa hay there). We finally got them all situated in our Parker Creek Pasture (named for the creek that runs through it).

Needless to say I’m tired and my arse hurts.

I had planned a whole post about freeze branding for today, but I’m pretty sure that’s gonna have to wait.

Tonight is our last barrel race of the summer series and I’m winning a buckle as of right now. Keep your fingers crossed for me, please!

Happy Thursday!

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A Horse of Every Color, Part 2

In the previous installment, we covered the basic horse colors: Bay, Black, Brown, Sorrel, Chestnut.

Now we’ll delve into some of the more complicated colors. Not that they’re typically hard to distinguish, but they’re more complicated from a genetic standpoint. Here’s what colors we’ll learn: Dun, Buckskin, Red Dun, Grullo, Palomino. We have no shortage of duns, red duns, grullos or palominos around here!

A Dun is basically a diluted bay. That’s the simplest way to say it. The black points of the bay stay, but the base coat is diluted. Dun is believed to be the oldest form of equine coloration, and the original wild color of the domestic horse. It is found in cave paintings, and in other equine species, such as the donkey and the wild ass. Przewalski’s Horse, the last living wild horse population, is exclusively bay dun in color. The Dun dilution gene acts a bit like the cream (gene- discussed below) in that it dilutes pigments, but it acts very differently on different bases. Dun will dilute red pigment slightly to a pale/creamy red color. This gene also creates one or several dun factors, the most common and essential one being the dorsal stripe. All duns have a dorsal stripe (but not all horses with a dorsal are duns).

Our stud horse, WDX Nukem, is a Dun, and as such he makes about 80-90% of his babies dun. If all his babies came out dun, regardless of the color of the mother, we’d call him homozygous, but that’s probably more information that most of you are interested in knowing. However, in order to get a dun, you must have a dun parent.

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As an aside- isn’t that a seriously good looking cowboy on that pretty stallion? Oh heck. I don’t care if anyone else in the world thinks he’s good looking. I adore him. And I do find him irresistible, and last I checked, I’m the only one that counts!

Here are some good examples of our dun mares with dun babies at their side.

Palomino is a color that nearly every person who’s ever heard of or seen Roy Rogers, is familiar with because his horse, Trigger, was a palomino. Palominos are simply red horses (chestnuts or sorrels) that have been diluted with what’s known as the “cream” gene. A palomino horse can be as dark as a liver chestnut or as pale as what might be called nearly white. They don’t always end up with black skin, and some are born with lighter colored eyes that never darken. They usually have a nearly white, or cream colored mane and tail- sometimes it’s got silver or gray hairs in it as well.

Buckskin is also a diluted bay. Again, diluted with the “cream” gene.

Here’s a good example of a Buckskin mare with her palomino colt.

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A red dun is a chestnut horse that’s diluted with the dun gene. In order to really see the difference in the yellow colt above, and the dun filly below, you have to look at the main undertone- the yellow colt has no red in his coat.

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You can see that this filly has the dorsal stripe and if we could see her legs we’d see the tiger striping there as well. She’s more apricot in color, but they can be nearly as red as a sorrel colored horse (from part one).

A grulla horse, is essentially a horse that would have otherwise been black- again diluted with the dun gene. They’re very mousy in color, and can range from silver to very dark. This is the rarest of the dun colors. We have two grulla horses in our string. Our stud, Silver Bueno Tom while he is bay, he carries what is called the “sooty” gene- it mimicks dun by providing a dorsal strip, but no leg striping. When we cross him on our dun mares, we’ve gotten these grullas. You must have the dun gene passed on from one parent. So you theoretically shouldn’t get a dun from a bay daddy and a sorrel mare. But you could from a bay daddy and a dun mare. Confused yet?

Here’s a photo of one of our two Grullas:

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I apologize for the delay in this information. My computer loves me again, thanks to Zach’s younger brother.

Happy Thursday!

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Family Love

This is has been a summer of firsts here for the kids.

Nine year old Ty has been doing a lot more riding this summer. So much more that he even had his first ride in the pasture to help us move cows a few weeks ago. He rode his sister’s steady mount, Pommel.

He has also spent plenty of time riding the cutest pony ever, Lil Banjo. Who bucked him off this summer. His face when that happened was absolutely priceless. It was more excitement than fear. Oh to be young again!

And he’s started his first colt- Orphan George, who’s registered as DX Gorgeous Georges. If had I had the energy, I’d show you picture of the two of them, but my fuel level is on empty right now. For now if you want to see what he looked like as a baby, here you go.

Since his first ride out in the pasture, he and Kelsey have taken a couple rides together. The other day I was able to capture them riding together on film. Enjoying the day, and the company of each other. Kelsey is riding her horse Hope, and Ty is riding, Kelsey’s horse, Pommel.

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Those two are so close; it’s really nice to see how much they love each other.

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Virus Ridden

Please be patient with me. I’m having a world of computer problems this week; in fact I’m coming to you live, from the cowboy’s computer because mine is, well, quite ill. Which isn’t good because my life is on that computer. I have so many photos and stories to share, and the rest of the color blogs that’s I’ve begun to write, are DOA until I have access to all my photos again.

I miss you all and hope to be back soon.

Blue Skies and Pretty Horses

Just when I think the days can’t get any more beautiful, and the colts couldn’t possibly be any prettier, and that my photography couldn’t possibly get any better, a couple weeks ago I had one of the best days behind a camera. Ever. I am undoubtedly one of the most blessed people on the planet. I’m going to let the photos do the talking. There’s more photos coming soon, but know that these are among my favorite! You can click on the first photo, and go through a slide show that way, in case you’re new to these parts. The cute little colts you see scratching and rubbing noses are apparently buddies. They were roughhousing with each other that day. I just wasn’t fast enough to catch any of it.

Happy Sunday!

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Cowgirls Don’t Cry

This was a weekend to be remembered for many years to come. And not altogether in a good way.

Friday morning I discovered that my chicks had started hatching. My favorite black hen, had hatched her one egg- with a big fat little black chick. He was following her around and was sooooooooo adorable! A couple hours later I looked at my Blue Splash colored hen in the hen house, and there were two yellow (going to be white) chicks chirping away under her- with more eggs still cracking!

Shortly after that, the girls and I headed out to Rapid City, South Dakota for the Barrel Bash. When I say girls, I mean, Kelsey, along with our interns, Kara and Emily. The cowboy was going to come out the following day in the morning. Or at least that was the plan. I really didn’t like leaving when I had chicks hatching, and the dog known for massacring chicks around but what was I going to do?

Friday afternoon Zach called me to tell me that the veterinary interns that come into the country once a year were coming out to geld our colt herd- they’d do up to 15 horses (for free- good practice and all), so he wouldn’t get to leave until after that was over. And that Kelsey’s pony- her first horse of her own, was not doing well- that he thought she was colicky and hot, so he’d given her some banamine (the equine equivalent of Tylenol) and was going to observe her for a while.

We made our runs, and when I ran my gray mare, I managed to hit two barrels on her. I have never hit two barrels in one run on a horse before. And certainly I didn’t expect to hit any on her.

Here’s Nora’s Run:

Then I made my first run on Gump- which was one of his prettiest runs ever. I think we’re finally getting our timing down. Which means the speed will follow soon enough.

After that run I got a chance to talk to Zach and he said he was still on Speckles watch- that he thought she might be more comfortable but that he didn’t’ think she was going to make it. He’d dosed her twice with the Banamine. Sigh. She was at least 30 years old.

Saturday when we were on our way to the barrel race, we got the call from Zach- that Speckles would have to be put down. Cowgirls don’t cry until they lose a friend. And Kels lost her first pony- the one that gave her a love and joy for riding. It only made it worse that we weren’t there. When the vet came out on Saturday morning to geld our 15 studs, they did a belly tap and discovered she’d ruptured her intestine, so they had to put her down. Needless to say she wasn’t the only one in the truck crying when we got the news. Zach had to deal with her crying little brother, and two nieces here at home. The girls and Ty cleaned her up and told her goodbye before they put her down. They were also able to cut off her tail so Kels can have a piece of her. It’s always sad to lose a friend. I think I was better prepared for it because Zach and I had talked about it on Friday night, and I know that I am not that far away from the same thing happening with my old horse who lives with my parents in Texas.

Zach missed my Saturday runs, which were also pretty good- I managed to keep them all up on Nora, and Gump ran a tenth slower but I was still happy with his run. The girls made good runs on their horses too!

Nora’s clean run.

Zach arrived shortly after we finished our runs- at our friend’s place outside Rapid where we’d been keeping our horses. I am always relieved to see him. I don’t know why. I guess it’s because he’s comforting!

Saturday evening we picked up a student who’s here for the next month for horsemanship classes. She flew in to the Rapid Airport, so while the kids swam at the Hotel, we ran out to the airport to get her. By the time we got back, all three passengers were at the end of their energy levels for the day.

Sunday arrived all too soon, and before we knew it we were headed out to the arena to make our last runs of the weekend. The girls made great runs, and both Kelsey and Kara came out smiling. I managed to hit barrel #2 on my mare, again. Itwasallmyfault!

Then came my run on Gump. We’d been really gelling all weekend, and I wanted so bad to go out there and be about an 18.8 (that would have put me close to winning the 4D on him.)

Well I did manage to win $108 check for my effort, and a trip to the ER on that run!

Yes that is me coming off of him at the end of that run. And apparently, Cowgirls don’t cry until the EMTs from the Rapid City Regional Hospital put you on a stretcher and lock you down in a neck brace and strap you to that rock hard, most uncomfortable board, known as a stretcher.

I guess I have some ‘splainin’ to do!

When I came off, I really wasn’t planning to do so. I thought I was gonna get my horse stopped but we just ran out of real-estate. He zigged, I zagged and when that happened, I flew into the portable panel that was there to keep us from the cement wall. Had the wall be there, I’d probably still be in Rapid at the Hospital. Zach was standing back by the warm up pen before my run, telling me how good my horse looked and to go have fun, and when he saw me get loose, he was jumping over the fence, so he missed the whole wreck. I managed to get up to my hands and knees, but the wind was knocked out of me so bad that I couldn’t really tell what hurt. I remember looking at my horse thinking, I have to help him not be scared here, because he was looking at me like, “what are you doin’ down there, Jenn?” but I couldn’t muster the energy.

Some woman comes over and is like, what hurts honey? Another woman is like, she hit her head on the panel. And I was cognizant enough to tell them that it wasn’t my head that hurt. that it was my neck and back. They immediately made me lay down straight, and made me wiggle my toes. Two of the women there were an EMT and a Nurse. They were both helpful. They asked my name, how old I was, what day of the week it was, what date it was, etc.

I don’t know who took my horse, but I remember asking about him (SEVERAL TIMES). I wanted to make sure someone took his boots off him and unsaddled him. Zach said that the girls had taken him. Someone asked if I had any family around and someone mentioned that my husband was right there (someday he’ll be my husband according to society). Zach was holding my left hand, the EMT was holding my right hand, and someone managed to find some washcloths for my forehead and my neck. I remember hearing the announcer have someone call for the ambulance. I remember asking Zach if we could just drive home and see Colette, his sister, who is my Doctor, and he said, no honey, you better stay here. And then either the Nurse or the EMT tell me, they’re calling the ambulance, I don’t have to go with them if I don’t want to, but they will be better able to check me out. I recall being asked if I had ever broken a bone, which I haven’t, and they said that I would know if something was broken. I was pretty sure nothing was.

I vaguely remember them saying, well she’s finally slowed her breathing and she’s not sweating as much, and I recall seeing someone fanning me with my cowboy hat. Then the EMTs showed up and I started crying. I wasn’t crying until then, but I really didn’t want to go to the hospital. So I kinda lost it. Zach just said to be quiet and stay calm that I was fine. To keep trying to relax, that it was better to be checked out and safe than sorry later. That I could have been holding on by a thread. They put a neck brace on me, did the same things/tests that the previous EMT had done, felt my legs, my ribs, my arms to check for fractures and then put me on a stretcher. That is the most uncomfortable thing I have ever been on. Then I recall them saying that I would feel like I was floating as they picked me up and put me on the bed. I remember the EMT saying, you weren’t crying when we got here, why are you crying now, and telling him that I didn’t want to go to the hospital.

The announcer said that in case anyone was wondering I was conscious and was talking. And then I got into a very cold ambulance, which felt great. Some guy named Jim introduced himself to me and wanted to give me an IV to speed things up at the hospital. I couldn’t decline fast enough. Zach rode in the front of the ambulance with me over to the hospital. Jim and I had a nice conversation about falling off horses (he had one flip over backwards with him and broke his pelvis in 4 places). He took my vitals, again (they have this cool thing that tells them how oxygenated my blood is, simply by putting it on my finger- showed me the machine- pretty neat) and felt through my ribs, my legs, my arms to again check to make sure nothing was broken. Asked a million medical questions. Ok Maybe not a million, but I really didn’t’ want to be there in the first place.

Then we arrived at the hospital. By this time, I realize I don’t’ have my insurance card with me and that I’m starving. I had only had breakfast, and then a snack size bag of peanut M&Ms before I ran Gump. I really hate running on a full stomach. I think it was probably close to 3pm when I arrived at the hospital.

They checked me in, asked Zach a bunch of questions, took my vitals again, and then had me wait for the doctor. It was very irritating being in that neck brace because I couldn’t move my head, and so half the people that were helping me I couldn’t see.

When the doctor arrived he checked me over he just said they’d run me into the xray room.

A few moments later the xray techs showed up. I don’t recall both their names, but one of them was named Jennifer. So she can’t be bad, right. They told Zach they’d be about 20 minutes, and I remember telling them to please hurry because I was starving! They did about 10 xrays- down the lateral view and from the top. As note to self, don’t wear sequined shirts or blingy belts if you have to be in a hospital. B/c you practically have to get undressed for xrays. They were very nice and i never felt like they didn’t care about my dignity. That’s not my point. I just found it humorous!

About 15 minutes after I get out of Xray, the nurse comes back and says that I can’t eat until the doctor looks at my xrays. Zach says, well Jenn they don’t want you to eat in case they need to operate. FREAKING OUT! He says, but the good news is, that portable panels have some give, so I bet nothing’s broken. However if you’d hit the cement wall, we might be in a different situation. The doctor comes back and says the xrays look good, that I’m just bruised up and that he’s going to prescribe a muscle relaxer and to take 1000mg of Tylenol alternating with 600-800 mg of Motrin every 6 hours and that I’ll be sore for a while. He said a nurse would be in to release me.

In the meantime, while all this was happening, Zach had managed to call our friends with whom we’d kept our horses, and they’d dropped of a car for us, and picked up the kids and driven the horses back to their house. They fed the kids lunch for us, and were holding down the fort while we were being released and filling a prescription for Vallium, which I might add, is great stuff!

The sad part of this is that I had planned to take all my Texas girls to Mt. Rushmore and Crazy Horse the next day, and knew that wasn’t going to happen, so we loaded up early. The hotel manager gave us $50 off our room for the night that we weren’t going to stay in, which was very generous of her.

Monday I awoke to find a bunch of dead baby chicks, and both my mama hens gone. I still don’t know where they are. I was sore, hobbling around outside, looking for chicks, and calling for the mamas. I managed to find 6 chicks, 5 of which are still alive, and doing well. They’re living in my kitchen. The mamas, well, they’re nowhere to be found.

At least since bad things happen in threes, I should be safe for a while.

I hope that everyone else had a weekend that wasn’t quite as adventurous as ours!

A Horse of Every Color, Part 1

I realize that a lot of people who read my blog don’t know the difference between sorrel and chestnut, or brown and bay- a horse is just a horse to them. So I figured, since we have a horse of just about every color here on the ranch, this is a great excuse to show off some of our pretty horses, and educate my readers on some horse terminology too! Bang! Two birds, with one stone! Ok. Maybe I am just a little too excited about this!

First, the American Quarter Horse Association, which is the breed registry that most of our horses belong to, officially recognizes 17 colors. Bay, Black, Brown, Sorrel, Chestnut, Dun, Buckskin, Red Dun, Grullo, Palomino, Gray, Red Roan, Blue Roan, Bay Roan, Cremello, Perlino, White. Of the colors listed, the three that we don’t currently have here on the ranch, are Cremello, Perlino and White.

We’ll start first with Bay. It’s an easily distinguishable color, as the base color is red based while the legs, mane and tail are black.

This is one of our 4 studs, Chachi. Three of our 4 studs are bays.

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Next is Black- quite self explanatory, though it’s often confused with brown. The difference is, that a black horse has black points- and while they may fade in the sun, their nose will always be black, whereas a brown horse will have lighter points- at the nose, the flank, and often the ears.

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Notice how black these colts noses are? There is some sun fade through their flanks, but these are some BLACK colts.

Now, a good picture of a brown horse, one of our stud prospects, DX Tabasco Tivio, aka Cisco; I’m sure you’ll be able to see the difference straightaway!

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You can see that he’s not really red enough to be considered bay, and he’s not black enough to be black. So he’s brown.

Sorrel is a simple color to distinguish. People often call a sorrel horse, a red horse. There are several shades of sorrel. This and bay are the most common horse colors.

Here is DX Toots Zee Pop, aka Gidget.

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The last color we’ll cover in this post is Chestnut. Genetically it’s the exact same as sorrel, but it manifests itself in a different way. Both my horse Gump and his little brother, Dino are Chestnuts. Next to black, it’s my favorite horse color!

DX Jurassic Classic, aka Dino:

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And because I can’t leave him out:

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In the next color installment, we’ll cover the following colors:

Dun, Buckskin, Red Dun, Grullo, Palomino.

Happy Thursday!

XO

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