A Day In The Life

To say winter has been icky this year, might be an understatement.
Is it the worst winter I’ve ever experienced? Yes.
Is it is bad as it could be? No.
Remember that last year while I spent my winter in The Lone Star State, they suffered from days of no electricity and were even without water. It was a national disaster that didn’t make national news, because well, it’s just the people on Indian Reservation. You think I jest. I. Do. Not.

While the weather isn’t pleasant, the price for cattle certainly are. So we made the decision to sell all the heifers we held back this past fall. The prices were just too good to pass up. Plus we’ve got water issues- which is another story altogether- and the hay pile seems to be going faster than it should, and we don’t really need any *replacement heifers.

21 January 2010

At 7:45 this morning, the cattle truck arrived. As usual there is never a dull moment. It was maybe 10 degrees outside. Did I mention it was also snowing? Things started off with a bang, as the trucker backed over a t-post. It happens. That required a log-chain, and another pickup to hold the t-post down long enough that he could drive forward over it. Then we just sort of bent it back like it was supposed to be. T-posts are often the collateral damage of skid-steers, tractors, trailers, pickups; you name it. They get hit, run over, bumped, bent and broken. Some of you are laughing because you know exactly what I’m talking about; and some of you don’t understand. It’s ok.

After we got the truck backed up to the loading chute, we loaded the 40 heifers we sold via **private treaty. Selling via private treaty is preferred to the sale barn, as the sale barn takes a commission from the purchase price. Loading these was similar to the last time I loaded them, only this time, the entire corral is covered in snow, and the drift that I tripped over last time either wasn’t as tall, or there was just more snow, or both!

I then grabbed a bucket of ***cow-cake to call the remaining 35 head of heifer calves. A couple random steers, aka, Spare Rib and Chuck Roast, as well as a first calf heifer that was a bottle baby a couple years ago, were also in this herd. I needed to move all of them from the pen they were in, through another pen, into the pen we’d load from.

Smooth sailing that was. Shake the cake in the bucket and call them, and they just come running. I always feed them cake out of my hands if they’ll eat it. I love cows. I got those mooooo-ved (get it?) and then we needed to sort the steers and the first-calf heifer from the calves that were going on the truck.

After two trips bringing calves to the loading chute they were all in and we were all done! We put the steers and the heifer back into their pen and loaded up to go cake cows.

And that my friends is another day in my life…

Happy Trails!

*Replacement Heifers- calves that you raise or buy to replace your older cows as they either can’t have any more calves, or because they don’t produce a lot of milk, thus making a smaller calf than is ideal.

**Private Treaty means that we sold them to a buyer for an amount that was agreed upon by both parties. When you sell via private treaty you do not pay a commission like you do when you sell livestock at the sale-barn. The sale barn takes a percentage of purchase price for selling them.

***Cow- Cake is an extruded pellet type feed. It’s full of corn, vitamins and a high protein source made from varying vegetation.

Homeward Bound

Most of you have read the story of my cold, snowy ride to bring our cows home. And if you haven’t, well, you should do that now.

The photos below were taken by a good friend of the family (who happened to be visiting when this “little” job came up), and these photos were taken by him from the front of the herd. They’re beautiful and they were snapped with his cell phone!

Enjoy.

Despite the pretty skies, and the snow, and the pretty photos you see above, it was a cold day. And in the words of my daddy: “[to] all those SD ranchers, thank you for all you do to feed America. It’s a shame so very few understand what you go through to provide us with beef.”

Happy Trails!

XO

A Day In The Life

For today’s installment you’ll have to head over to my friend Meg’s new site, Kindred Cowgirl, where I expound on the story that I said I needed to tell you last week about riding through the drifts of snow we’d moved with the tractor. Remember? Yeah, so head over to Kindred Cowgirl and read it!

You’ll get to see Oreo!

I am so excited to be contributing over there. It’s a great site about the inner Cowgirl in all of us!

Take a look!

A Day in the Life

I don’t know how the rest of you spent New Year’s Day and the day after, but I can tell you how we spent ours. And I apologize in advance for the quality of the photos- they were all taken with my cell phone 1. because there isn’t room in the tractor for the camera really and 2. because it was so freakin’ cold this day, that camera really has trouble staying warm enough to do a good job.

We’d actually planned a get together, down at Bud’s house. Bud is Zach’s little brother, for those of you wondering. But a blizzard blew in on Thursday and sort of raged on and off through Saturday morning. It was so bad in fact, that even though we planned to just drive the 1/4 mile down to their house from ours on Saturday we had to cancel the party because the drifts were blowing in faster than Bud and Big Green could plow them out.

That meant that New Year’s Day, we’d be plowing a LOT of snow. We didn’t get down to see the cows that day because it took so long to clear out the snow around the place that it was all they could do to get all the animals at corral situated and watered and what not.

Here’s what the front door looked like when we opened it New Year’s Day. Keep in mind that Zach and Ty had cleared it three times the night before. Zach opted to leave the screen door open so that we could get outside in the morning if the snow continued to blow in too bad.

Yes, that is snow in the corner of the door, and yes, had the screen door not been open, we’d have had a heck of a time getting out in the morning!

After getting all of our chores done around the ranch on New Year’s Day, we knew we’d be heading to one of our river pastures to see the cows on Sunday. There is snow everywhere.

Here we are pushing the first of what was probably 6 or 7 miles of a trail to find the cows:

Most of our cow herd was pushed into the neighbor’s pasture during the storm, and we had to go all they way through two of our pastures, and over to their pasture to get to them. We headed down a ridge to see how close we could get to them and almost got stuck.

You can’t see it from the photo above, but that snow was probably close to 5ft high on both sides by the time we plowed our way through it.

The plan was that we were going to find the cows and then Bud would bring the pickup (which would contain lots of cow cake) so we could cake the cows. He called shortly after Zach told him where we were to say that he hadn’t made it in to the pasture but a quarter of a mile before he got stuck. We were on our way over to meet him when he called, but it was slow going, because despite the fact that we were on a flat, there were so many drifts blown in so tight, that it took us three different routes to get over to him because sometimes even Big Green would say, there’s too much snow here for me to move!

This is looking back at the final trail we blazed. As an aside, I rode through here yesterday on my way to bring the cows home- that is in and of itself an adventure story that should certainly be told, but now let’s just say that the horse I was riding is nearly 5 feet tall at the withers and the height of those drifts after they’d been plowed through was about 2/3 of the way up my horse!

We finally got the pickup unstuck, and headed back down to call cows. They were glad to see this:

Cow cake is an extruded feed- with corn and other grain feeds in it. It’s very high in protein, which is what helps keep the cows warm in the winter months here in this frozen north of South Dakota. It’s also got lots of vitamins and minerals to help the calves that these mama cows are carrying.

Here you can see Zach clearing some snow off and that the cows are quite interested in what’s in the back of this pickup!

It was at this point that I longed for the big camera:

This was such a pretty scene, and you can see why- the sun is breaking through the clouds, and the girls are all standing patiently waiting to be fed. But the BB photo will have to suffice as it’s the only one I got!

Hey there girl!

Once we got those cows caked, we headed back to our pasture to cake about 50 or so cows that were in that pasture. They were down by the watering hole (that somehow managed to stay open during the storm) that we’d cut open several times in the past few days. The snow was really drifted in hard and deep down there:

Before we headed down to the river bottom, the boys had shoveled the remaining cake into the bucket of the tractor, and since we were clearly buried up to our axles in snow, we needed to get the cake fed before we could dig our way back to a less snowed-in area. That meant that Zach had to take it by the shovelful and toss it to the cows about 30 yards away.

I guess all told we spent probably 5 hours plowing our way down and back; we even came home after we got Bud unstuck, to have lunch!

And that my friends, is another day in my life.

Until next time- Happy Trails and Happy New Year!

Winter

Winter is certainly here.

And he’s making no bones about it.

There’s several inches of snow on the ground, more to come, and the wind. Oh the wind. It is to be expected when you live on the prairie, but it sure serves to make things colder than usual.

But y’all will be glad to know that I braved the cold the other day to take some photos of the snow and part of a dilapidated fence. I hope to get some photos of some deer in the coming days- so long as I can find some. I saw some yesterday while I was driving through the pasture to chop ice for the cows, but driving and photo taking aren’t exactly compatible activities.

Has Old Man Winter reared his bearded head where you live? Will you get to have white Christmas?

A Day in the Life

In the winter, at least here in the northern states, our average temperatures aren’t close to being above freezing from December through about March. Which means, that the water supply for our animals, other than the artesian ground water (which is about 90 degrees) is frozen until then. Because you see, even if it gets above freezing it would only be for a day or two and it’s hardly warm enough to melt off 6-12 (or more) inches of ice.

So we head to the river daily- at least one of us does. Right now it’s Zach’s brother Bud (and it will be me on Wednesday and Thursday this week), but this weekend, The Cowboy, his son, Ty and myself, went for a trip to chop ice. We took a trip to see the cows and open water when it was barely double digits- By the way you still open water if its in single digits, snowing, or blowing. It’s one of the beautiful things (or a curse) of living where we do, doing what we do.

Going through the gate into the pasture where the cows are currently living.

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Hey mama!

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The river is completely frozen.

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Looking down into the frozen river:

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Walking out to chop a trough.

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Ooooh! There’s fish down there! And there are- minnows!

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There’s cracks in the ice everywhere (but you could still drive across it- I wouldn’t but people do!). I understand that it cracks sometimes because what is underneath it isn’t stable.

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There’s the little man himself, chopping some “toe-holds”, because you know, ice can be slippery!

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He is awesome help!

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Dad took over and his trough is almost finished:

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Once the hole is chopped and you let it fill with water- there was almost 6 inches of ice on the river this particular day, you have to scoop out the ice that you’ve chopped.

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See the big chunk of ice that’s being tossed out?

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Time for a lesson:

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Zach is calling cows by wiggling the shovel around in the opened trough. Ty is goofing off, and you can see yesterday’s frozen trough in the foreground.

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Ty gets to work on that one.

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Dad comes in to finish, once again:

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You’re welcome #121

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Chopping ice is an excellent work-out. And if you’re wondering if I did anything besides take photos- the answer is yes. I chopped part of a new trough that they opened the next day. But this week it will be up to me to open water and call the girls to it on Wednesday and Thursday. I’m looking forward to it!

A Moment in Time

It’s one of those mornings when you can feel the energy in the air. You don’t mind that you got up early. You don’t even mind that it’s foggy, or cool outside this morning. People start arriving, trailers and horses in tow. Granny’s kitchen smells of fresh baked biscuits, scrambled eggs, bacon and coffee, because Lorelei has been up all night cooking. There’s the dull roar of people chatting, asking about what their job will be that day. Asking if they can do something else this year.

Hurriedly I eat breakfast, chat with the folks that pulled in in the middle of the night when we were sleeping, and run outside to greet whoever else has just arrived, on my way to the corrals.

June mornings in South Dakota are rarely warm. But by 11 am you’re ready to shed at least one layer of clothing.

I catch my mount for the day and saddle up, throwing some chinks on my saddle horn, and tying my horse up while I wait.

Sometimes branding day on the ranch is like that. It’s a hurry up- because you’re anxious- and wait- because you have all day to do the job- kind of day.

Finally it’s time to mount up and head out, after we’ve instructed folks about where we’re going and what we’re doing.

There’s an excited hush and sometimes even quiet as we long-trot out through the fresh green, dew covered grass, to the pasture that we’re about to gather. One by one we drop off to gather the herd, sometimes sending some cattle in the direction they’re supposed to go and sometimes trailing them until another rider will claim them, and we can continue on our way.

Occasionally you’ll hear cry of a calf as he searches for his mama, or the cry of the cow as she searches for her calf. Eventually we’ll all meet up, each of us trailing our own set of cattle; we’ll put the herd together and trail them to the corral. There’s always a few late calves that lag behind that need some extra attention to keep them lined out and prevent them from running back to the place where their mama just left them. Often they’re unaware that their mama is just in the herd in front of them. Sometimes the mama’s keep their babies right at their side and sometimes, they find themselves separated.

Once gathered in the corrals, the mamas are sorted from the babies; they’ll get their spring shots, be poured with an insecticide and counted. To say it’s loud in the corrals is an understatement. There’s people being yelled to , the laughter of kids running around, of the adults enjoying the day, someone has already cracked their first beer and it’s well before noon, the cry of calves, the bawling of cows and inevitably My Cowboy is running around making sure things are operating smoothly. If you pay attention you can smell dirt, sunscreen, insecticide and of course the unmistakeable smell of bovines.

Lunch is brought to the corrals, and we all eat on the go because it’s the easiest thing to do.

The fun is just beginning, because you see, on branding day at the ranch, the fun really starts when we get done working cows.

We have lots of guests at our branding, most of whom aren’t proficient riders and certainly aren’t handy with a rope, so at our big branding we don’t rope and drag our calves to the fire. They’re flanked by hand, and that’s why the guests find branding day so fun. You might find yourself rolling around in mud, or something else, the smell of burnt hair fills the air. Kids are asking their parents to flank calves with them, or for a job to do. They’ll carry a bucket of calf nuts, or the chalk to mark a calf vaccinated, and they can’t wait to “ride” a calf and giggle and laugh as they get “bucked” off.

Branding day is my favorite day of the year. There’s excitement, satisfaction and laughter. A day where the spirit of The West comes alive again, if only for a few hours. It’s a life I’m blessed to live.

For more information about attending branding day at the ranch visit our website.

What is your most vidid moment of 2010? I’d love to know!

Cowgirl Church

Wednesday the first snow of year flew. It started some time in the wee hours of the morning, and continued until about 3pm that day. It was a good day to stay inside, make jewelry, and get some work done on the computer. But that meant that Thursday there would be riding in the snow; along with colder temperatures.

I knew we were going to have to help our relative/friend/neighbor gather their pairs in the big pasture (about 8000-8500 acres) since they are shipping out today. I didn’t know what time we’d be heading out so I was relieved to discover that we weren’t heading out until noon on Thursday. That meant we’d get a chance to thaw out a bit, and I would have time that morning to get some house-work done.

But the best laid plans of mice and men…or of cowgirls and ranchers…

Just when I was settling in for a morning of peaceful cleaning; I heard from our hired-man. He was asking if I would saddle up and help him move bulls. Typically, we like to pull our bulls off the cows around Labor Day. I’m not sure what happened this year that kept us from that, but they’re still out with the cows and it’s more than time to bring them home.

So despite the fact that it was a balmy, sunny 18 degrees outside, I kind of couldn’t resist the thought of riding through a snow-filled pasture on a good horse to search for bulls. We were going to have to hurry if we were going to grab a few and still make it 18 miles up the road, with fresh mounts, by noon.

When I pulled my gray mare in from the corral where she’d just taken a drink, she was literally shaking she was so cold. But don’t worry- shivering is Mother Nature’s way of keeping our horses (and other animals) warm. She was very active that morning with a great cowboy walk and a long-trot meant to take you somewhere. We found six bulls and saw a golden eagle; and the world was sparkling, peaceful and quiet. I actually had my camera with me, but I was too layered up to take a photo of the eagle or much of anything else, save for a couple shots I took on the way home. Only 5 of the 6 bulls made the trip. The #9 bull is blind in his left eye, and he wouldn’t line out. So he’d run off back to the cows. I’d get him headed the right direction again; and find myself out of position for a split second; but that was all it took for him to run off. Again- in the wrong direction. I’ll have to make sure when I find him again, I don’t move him until I have help directly with me.

It was a mad rush to get something in our bellies, our horses unsaddled and changed; I say that, and really all I did was leave my mare in the barn. The hired man- Burt unsaddled her and caught this beautiful beast for me:

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One of the ranch studs- WDX Nukem. Nuke’s one of my favorite horses to ride. Riding a stud is unlike any other ride you’ll ever take. They’re fearless; can go all day and have a spring in their step that most other horses lack. He’s sure footed and is about like sitting on a 50 gallon drum. He’s probably one of the cowiest horses on the place, which makes him extra fun.

The coolest thing about riding the big pasture is that you drive into it about 6.5 miles. And then everyone splits up and goes their separate ways, only meeting again in one of three places. We’ve all ridden the pasture several times (me the fewest of them all) but it’s pretty much the same drill every-time. Yesterday afternoon, for whatever reason, was one of the most peaceful times I’ve ever spent horseback.

The snow was glistening as it began to melt under the heat of the sun; I actually saw a frog, yes a frog, hopping around, albeit not very fast, through the snow. I’m sure he was cold. I could hear nothing- not a car, not a plane, not a boat, not a cow, not another person’s voice. Just the breeze rustling the grass that wasn’t covered by snow. It was almost as if you could hear the earth singing to you.

Times like those, are the times when I personally feel most connected to my Creator. Every part of life seems beautiful right then; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. I may not understand sometimes, the senseless, depraved things that people do to one another; I may not understand why the happiest people often lose loved ones or why God chooses to take anyone’s soul before we believe it to be their time, but then I have a moment like I had yesterday- where I’m frozen in time; with sunshine on my face, a good horse under me, communing with the creation God gave us. And for that moment, all of mankind’s depravity, the injustice that is often life, is forgotten, while I revel in the fact that I am blessed to get to do what I do. I savor those moments. And you should too. Be still. Take time to listen and enjoy the quiet.

Life absolutely doesn’t get better.

Porcupine Quills

These calves let curiosity get the better of them, and they ended up with porcupine quills in their noses.

Her, we’ve seen before.

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But this girl, we haven’t. And she gets to be the calf to demonstrate the process. Lucky her.

We ran the calf (not physcially ran her of course) but that’s the term we use, down the chute, into what’s called a squeeze chute. And it is just that. It can be adjusted to hold the cow/calf still, so that if you’re preg checking, or pulling quills out of the calf’s nose it can essentially immobilize them. We also catch their head in what’s called a “head gate”, and that just keeps them from being able to back out and makes it easier for whoever is working on their face, if you were cutting off horns or draining an abscessed tooth, or what have you.

A good pair of pliers and a strong hand are all you need.

Sometimes their noses bleed when you pull those bad boys out.

This particular calf was very quiet and nice, once she realized we were making her nose feel better. And people think animals are dumb!

Zach’s youngest brother Bud, was going the pulling.

While Zach pointed out a broken quill he missed.

And with that photo, my camera battery died.

It’s not just calves that get porcupine quills in them. It’s dogs and horses too. And it happens at least once a year to some critter on the place. You’d think they’d never do it twice, but sometimes the dogs at least, never learn.

This post is my Macro Monday post for this week. For more Macro Shots, be sure to visit Sunday Stills.

A Rancher’s Payday

Last week, on Wednesday if you’ll recall, I was all fired up. Fired up mainly because it’s fall, but more so because it was our shipping day. You see there’s really only one time a year that a rancher gets paid. Oh, we might sell the occasional old, dry (not bred) or crazy cow (and we had to sell one of those earlier this year. She just snapped); and we might sell a handful of mis-fit yearlings in the spring or fall, but for the most part, the payday is once a year when we ship.

Some people in this part of the world, gather their cattle, sort the mamas from the babies, put the babies on a truck and take them to the nearest sale barn and sell them that way. They take what they get for the calves that day. We, on the other hand, sell our calves via video auction early in the year. This year we sold them in July. This is the 4th consecutive year we’ve sold them through Superior Livestock Auction, and the good thing about doing it this way is that we can plan ahead, through the fall, for the following year, and if you don’t like the price you get in July, there’s an auction in August too! Plus you don’t have to pay to ship your calves to the sale barn- the purchaser of the calves pays to have them picked up. And sale barns tack on other charges that you don’t have via a video auction. Furthermore, it shows your cattle to more buyers than would ever be present at a South Dakota Sale Barn on sale day.

I’m pretty sure some of you are wondering, “how in the heck do you sell calves on a video auction?”

Never fear. I’ll tell you.

It works like this.

We have x number of steer calves to sell (castrated male calves), and x number of heifer calves to sell. The Cowboy will guesstimate what he thinks they will weigh when we set them up for delivery. The steers generally outweigh the heifers so we sell them weighing something different. For example, the steers will be listed weighing 515# for delievery Oct 20-30th. And the heifers might weigh 495# for delivery Oct 20th-30th. We really do like to ship around the 20th through the 30th of October, and so that will be the earliest and latest delivery dates listed on the Auction. Our Auction Rep will come to the ranch and film the calves so that everyone watching the video can see what they look like. At this point I’m sure that some of you are wondering, “why is it important what they weigh?”.

Never fear. I’ll tell you.

It works like this.

The lighter the calf the higher the price- or typically that’s how it works. And by that I mean typically your 4 weights (400-499lb calves), bring more than your 5 weights (500-599lb calves) on a per/lb basis and 6 weights bring less than 5 weights. For example- a 4 weight steer, this year, might have brought between $1.30- $1.41/lb. or $141.00/ 100 lbs. or $564 per calf. A 5 weight steer calf might have brought $1.31 to $1.38/lb or $131.00/100 lbs or $655/calf. Sometimes they bring something funky, like $1.3295 or $132.95/100 lbs. I always think it’s funny when they do that. But I’m easily amused. Cattle can also go for different prices based on where they are located in the country- even in the same weight category. Almost always, at least on the video auctions, it seems the cattle from, TX, OK, KS, NM and CO don’t usually bring as much as those from MT, SD or WY. It’s a difference in grass and weather and how they’re raised. I’m not saying that’s always true. It’s just an observation. We have great grass here; we believe it’s some of the best grass in the country.

Now, you’re probably wondering “how exactly do you weigh your calves”?

Never fear. I’ll tell you.

It works like this.

With each auction be it a sale barn or video auction, you give the buyer what is called “shrink”. Basically that boils down to the amount of pee and poo your calves will expel while on the truck. Typically it’s about 2%. That being said, the trucks go to a huge truck scale- empty. They are weighed. And the weight of the truck is saved. Once the truck is loaded, it returns to the scale, where it is weighed again. Then that weight is subtracted from the first weight giving you X. Each truck only holds so many calves, in this case we’ll say 100 calves. The new weight of the load, X, is divided by 100 giving you the weight per calf. Then the shrink is figured and that’s how you know if you made weight or not. And by that I mean, how close you came to having your calves weigh what you guesstimated at the beginning of the year. There isn’t a penalty to having them weigh less than you said they would weigh, except that you cost yourself money. If they were supposed to be 550# steers and they only ended up weighing 530# then more than likely, you cost yourself several cents per head as a 530# steer should bring slightly more than a 550# steer. Not always, but usually. You don’t usually get the weight right on- it’s about getting as close as you can and Zach is pretty darn good at that.

Always on shipping day, there are calves that don’t make the load- calves that say, were late calves for whatever reason, or calves that maybe had a mama that didn’t produce a lot of milk either because she’s an older, poorer doing cow, or because she’s just not cut out to raise a big baby. Those calves are culled and depending on the size, are either put back with the mother, or we sell them to someone else to put them on feed. There are also heifer calves that don’t make the load because we keep them as replacements. This year we kept about 65 of the middle of the road heifers, because we needed to put a lot of the best heifers on the truck to make weight. There’s nothing wrong with these- they just didn’t weigh quite as much as those we put on the truck. Of those, we’ll keep about 40, so 25 of those will go to sale barn soon. Replacement heifers are calves that we will raise and then breed. We’ll use them to replace some of our older cows. Not this year of course, because we can’t breed them yet, but in the future they’ll be used.

Shipping this year, took the better part of a day by the time you gather, sort, load, run to the scales, eat lunch at 4pm, and then count cows and heifer calves again. It is a day of hard work, but it’s also one of the best days of the year. There’s also work to be done a couple days after shipping- there are mama cows standing around bawling for their babies, and there are the runt babies that need paired back up with their moms and put into a different pasture (that was Thursday and Friday’s job), and then finally once we have all the other work done, the cows get kicked back into a different pasture away from the bawling heifers that are left in the corral. This particular day left us with two heifers in the corral who looked like this:

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Why yes, those are porcupine quills in her nose!

But that’s a story for another time. And that, my friends, is how a rancher’s payday works. At least at this outfit.

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