It’s been an even busier-than-usual week here at Pipi’s Pasture. The second of my twin first-calf heifers, the smaller of the two, had her baby. I have been checking her at nights for awhile now, but this week she looked close to calving so I had to be even more watchful. Hats off to ranchers who have to calve out hundreds of first-calf heifers! Having to get up at all hours during the night really drains the energy from one’s body!
Sheep, sunshine and green pastures created a warm welcome for 40 members of the Colorado State University Extension Agency who gathered in Craig this week for their Western Slope Regional Meeting.
Last week’s column was a recollection of what it was like to be a country school teacher. In the column I wrote that my sisters and I attended the Morapos School through the eighth grade and then attended high school in Craig. I goofed. Our sister Darlene attended seven grades at Morapos and then went to eighth-grade at the Craig high school. When I talked to her a few days ago, Darlene explained that having country school kids attend eighth-grade in Craig was a sort of “trend” in those days. It was intended as a sort of transition before starting high school.
Since hearing about the Country School Reunion that is being planned for this summer, I’ve been thinking a lot about the country schools, especially the Morapos School which can still be seen on our family ranch property.
Suddenly it’s April! It always amazes me how different one year can be from another and yet how similar they are. This April is a little different compared to others because spring weather arrived in March. I can remember Aprils past when we had lots of wind and snow, resulting in deep drifts that had to be shoveled out before I could do chores at the corral, and the lane had to be cleared before we could go anywhere. That might still happen—we just have to wait and see.
When I think about this year’s upcoming Easter holiday, I can’t help but marvel at how quickly the years have passed. Our sons grew up a while ago, and now our grandchildren have grown up, too. So, I doubt that we will have an Easter egg hunt at Pipi’s Pasture this year, but there have been lots of them out here in years past and oh, what memories we have!
January 1980 is a month I’ll never forget. It all started out about January the 7th. The previous spring I had a big hand in selecting the bulls we were gonna use on Albert and Louie’s heifers.
Rita Herold described the early 1920s when lettuce and spinach were big cash crops in South Routt, and local lettuce was served in Manhattan's Waldorf Astoria Hotel.
One Craig business is slicing with the best of them. Brother’s Custom Processing took home seven awards at Hands Across the Rockies, the Wyoming-Colorado Meat Processors Associations’ annual convention recently at Colorado State University in Fort Collins.
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All it takes is for temperatures to be in the single digits, like this morning, for me to appreciate tank heaters, even if they are costly to operate. Tank heaters, placed in stock water tanks, keep ice off the water. Sometimes when it’s below zero or a cold wind blows, a layer of thin ice forms on the water, in spite of the heaters, but once the ice is removed, the cattle have ice-free water all day long.
Cattle like to “itch” themselves just about anytime, but they really get carried away in the spring time of year. First of all, they have all of that winter hair. Then, the weather is getting warmer, their skin is dry, and they just feel uncomfortable. They probably feel as we do when we have dry, itchy scalp or skin.
Almost three and a half years after Monty Pilgrim, 52, of Little Snake River turned himself in to authorities for cattle rustling, the Colorado Court of Appeals affirmed a the conviction against Pilgrim.
The more advanced a civilization becomes, the farther it gets from the real world.
This past week I have been listening to the sounds of the birds here at Pipi’s Pasture. Some of their songs seem to be heralding spring. So that has gotten me to think about other sounds around us, most so familiar that we may take them for granted. This week’s column is dedicated to the sounds around us.