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.
Routines appear to be boring — the same tasks done in the same way twice a day, every day for months. It’s not that the tasks themselves are boring because there are other variables such as the silly things that the cattle do, having cats around, and so forth.
Yampa Valley Fiberworks participating in worldwide contest Oct. 3 to 9
The Yampa Valley Fiberworks Whorling Women will participate in Spinzilla next month, hoping to out-spin their competition while raising funds and awareness for the yarn spinning and fiber community. Spinzilla is a worldwide challenge, sponsored by The National NeedleArts Association and the Spinning and Weaving Group, to see which team can spin the most yarn in one week.
The equinox, defined by Webster’s New World Dictionary, is “the time when the sun crosses the equator, making night and day of equal length.” It also marks the beginning of autumn.
Sears Holdings, the company that owns Sears and Kmart announced the closure of 60 stores system-wide including the Kmart in Craig, according to store manager David Ross.
Fall is my favorite time of the year, and it lasts such a short time. I love the fall colors, decorating the house, walking in the fallen leaves, the just-right temperatures and, perhaps most of all, the pumpkins.
Now that school has started, I notice the school bus as it passes by Pipi’s Pasture each morning and afternoon while I’m at the corral doing chores. The sight of the bus brings back memories of the days I rode a school bus to Craig to attend high school.
On Wednesday I was watering the backyard lawn next to Pipi’s Pasture, and during one change of the hose, a pleasant moment, I noticed the cows that were lolling around in the shade — if they could chew their cud, they would have been — the robins “talking” as they busily picked away at the nearly-ripe chokecherries, and imagining that the grass and trees saying “thank you, thank you” for the water.