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October 1, 2014 — Ranch Journal

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Robbin and I made the rounds with hay yesterday, photographically documenting feed and water conditions as we went—both in short supply from Dry Creek to Greasy Creek. Fed three times a week, the first calf heifers plodding through the dust above is a common sight.

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Miraculously, the stock water pond at Spanish Flats is holding.

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With reduced numbers in Greasy, we’ve been feeding about 20 lbs./cow once a week for past six weeks.

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The cows have been calving for the past thirty days on bare ground everywhere.

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In the past, I’ve critically referred to the pond at Railroad Spring as my one extravagance because of its size, but much smaller, it would be dry this year. Full, it looks like this.

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The cows look good, calves healthy, but we could use a rain anytime.

 

 

NAKED WAVES

In the dark, waiting once again
with calves for dry green hay,
listening for the diesel engine

climbing at an idle in the canyon
far below, they dream of grass,
tall thick blades caressing legs,

briskets and bellies, udders
full, the sweet scent of cuds
swirling in waves of plenty—

but we can’t see beyond
the dry and dusty moment:
down limbs beneath skeletons

of oak trees given up
their last leaves with rising
dust trails of quail, families

leaving in a cloud for thin cover.
Cut deep and soft, cow track
highways all lead to water,

meander on efficient grades up
and over short-cropped ridges—
naked waves in shades of brown.

 

FARM HANDS

We keep the old alive,
youthful in our minds
so clouded with time

we cannot find the facts
anymore—all the young
questions that can’t

imagine old wrecks
as useful, the flathead
Fords and rusty relics

in a designated row
behind a grove of fruit trees—
boneyards marking

a feeling of many
shoulders at night lifting
a much slower wheel.

 

IT SMELLS LIKE RAIN

Dark-thirty black under clouds,
it smells like rain—summer’s dust
settled, each particle swelling to stick

to the thirsty redwood rail,
to one another, to unite us
with each breath of hope

after years of drought, though
not a drop, not a sign of wet—
it’s there in the dark, damp air.

 

THE WHEEL

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Yesterday’s reflection,
could it be the wheel
attracting wild attacks?

 

 

NIGHT SONGS

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Come songs of nightfall,
we are drawn outside to see
how to frame the world.

 

 

WPC — “Nighttime”

 

New Trough

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We’ve accomplished much this week with son Bob spending some of his vacation time on the ranch, yesterday helping me install a new water trough on the Paregien Ranch to utilize our new solar pump. Ever optimistic, we anticipate some fence work for the gathering field it will serve when it rains enough to soften the ground to dig and drive posts.

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“Zero Percent Water” — The Drought West of 99

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This story was written by Alan Heathcock. It was edited by Mike Benoist, fact-checked by Ben Phelan, and copy-edited by Lawrence Levi. Photographs by Matt Black for Matter.

This is an exceptional read about the water problems in the Central Valley of California. Though we’ve seen little else but dust for the past eighteen months, though we’ve had to reduce our cowherd by 40%, the impact of the drought on us pales alongside the water problems west of US 99.

“Zero Percent Water”

 

SEPTEMBER GLOAMING

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Last light rising
on a bare yellow hillside
forsakes the dead Live Oak

shading the gossip rocks
where women talked
long before we came here.

 

 

KIND EYE

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Looking into the bigger picture,
who are these beasts
with a kind eye?