Sue Egger's yaks never talk back to her, they just bring home the prize ribbons from the National Western Stock Show in Denver.
When I was a kid growing up on the ranch, our family learned to “make do.” It might have been using a jar-sealing rubber — a circular piece of rubber used to seal canning jars — to hold a sole on a pair of everyday shoes. Or it might have been piling thick telephone books — the Denver kind — big storage cans or anything else we could find on top of a stool in order to reach the ceiling when we painted or cleaned.
I remember when calf #65 was born. According to the calving record book it was April 9, 2016. I wasn’t expecting my 20-year-old-plus cow, Ucky, to calve last year. I figured that she was too old. Wrong!
Moffat County is rich in agricultural land and wide open spaces, and two grants awarded this month by Great Outdoors Colorado are ensuring some of these assets will be protected into the future.
Tomorrow most of us will be enjoying Christmas dinner with family and friends. I’m remembering Christmas dinners back when I was a kid growing up on the ranch.
So how do you know it’s Christmas? ‘Cause the sheep can always tell.
“I call to order the meeting of the Committee of the Department of Commerce. The purpose of the agenda today is to assess the importance of agriculture in the state. Our job is to determine which businesses should be included as part of agriculture. Let’s start,” said the chairman.
Recently, I reviewed “Winter Barn,” a children’s picture book, written and illustrated by Peter Parnall. It is a nonfiction book about a barn that serves as a refuge for a variety of animals, both domesticated and wild. One thought leads to another so thinking about the makeshift homes animals choose in winter made me wonder — if animals could make wish lists for the Christmas season, what would they include? Just for fun consider the following, keeping in mind both domesticated and wild animals.
This is a Thanksgiving story of sorts, a really incredible story about a six-month-old, whitish-gray-brown Simmental cross heifer calf. We don’t usually name calves, but as a baby this little calf loved to run, and as she’d run past me I was reminded of the wind. Thus, the name.
Last week I wrote about how my childhood family enjoyed visiting as we sat around the dining room table eating our family meals. Lyle and I have continued the “tradition” with our own family, and we enjoy it so much that we linger at the table even after we’ve eaten dessert.
Thanksgiving is less than a month away. Before we know it we’ll be sitting around the dining room table enjoying the turkey or ham and all the trimmings while we exchange conversation with friends and family. So this week I’ve been thinking about the dining room table.
Here at Pipi’s Pasture most of the fall work is finished. The cattle are home and are settling into the winter routine. The only big “cow” job is weaning calves in about a week. Meanwhile we’re enjoying the last sunny days of October.
Lately the evenings here at Pipi’s Pasture have reminded me of Halloweens past. It’s the full moon that we can see through the naked branches of the poplar trees that grow along the yard fence. It’s the scattered dark clouds that make the bright sky seem a little eerie — like Halloween.
The old barn on our family ranch at Morapos has stood there some 70 years. Sometimes I wonder, if walls could talk, what stories the barn would tell. Perhaps it would be of a crew of men stacking hay in the loft or of a cow with her head in a stanchion waiting to be milked. Or there might be stories of my sisters and brother playing in the loft or brushing our 4-H steers as they ate their grain in the barn’s stalls.
So now it’s October. Here at Pipi’s Pasture the leaves on the poplar trees are turning a gorgeous yellow color, and some of them are already falling to the ground when the wind blows.