Author Archives: John

Mothers to Be

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These girls, bred to Wagyu bulls from Snake River Farms in Idaho, will be two years old this fall and are, on average, 60-90 days away from having their first calf. Feeling full, they have retired to the shade by early morning. No longer big calves, they are becoming cows, aware of something inside them, and will continue to be slightly restless and uncomfortable until the calf is born. Each first-calf heifer handles this new state of being a little differently as instinct overcomes confusion to varying degrees.

Because of the drought, they have access to the irrigated pasture where we normally run our weaned heifer calves, but we kept no replacement heifer calves this year due our shortage of feed and the time required—nine month gestation and another nine before a calf is weaned—to generate any income. We are looking forward to these girls becoming exceptional mothers.

 

 

WPC (3) — “Contrasts”

Summer Tomatoes

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WPC (2) — “Contrasts”

 

CAMOUFLAGE IN GREEN

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Other worlds underfoot
within our own
become delightful details

in a forest for greenhorns
to explore new territory,
to learn fresh songs,

dance steps and innovative
ways of reckoning
that becomes instinct

beneath the surface
of these grasses grazed.
I am the intruder opening

an alfalfa valve, turning
water loose to run
across a thirsty pasture,

as one of its wet souls
leaps and startles me—
then freezes and stays.

 

Happy Birthday, Babe!!

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Windmill Spring

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I was doing some preliminary work for the installation of a solar pump in an abandoned well yesterday, after which I checked the water at Windmill Spring. No windmill anymore, it still carries the name and the only reliable water we have at the Paregien Ranch this year. It’s fed from a spring box and fills a series of troughs.

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These girls had just watered before I arrived, having seen them earlier in the day about a mile away as I was putting out protein supplement tubs.

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When I got to the spring, this girl was watering at the last trough, constructed of redwood well-before my time.

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Water is scarce and everyone knows where it is. I could have taken wildlife photos all afternoon.

SO FAR TO GO

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Summer months in the dry, dust
stirred by tiny birds, by the invisible
kiss of a breeze’s caress—so far

to go for water. Cows will lie down
and die when its gone, trusting spirits
and disassembled bones left for years

near waterholes to remind of empty eyes
gathered to wait in the shade for a drink—
nightmares that lurk on the edge of sleep,

ever ready, July through September.
So far to go, a day and a night at a time,
they take no holiday until it rains.

 

 

Riding Drag

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WPC (1) — “Contrasts”

 

Going Home

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Mothers to the weaned calves that went to town Wednesday were ready to head home when we arrived early yesterday morning. A small front passing through Yosemite left us overcast with a cool upcanyon breeze.

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The cows know the routine and really only need us to open and close the gates.

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A beautiful morning to be horseback despite the dust. No hoots, no hollers, easy business as the cows chugged up the hill, going home.

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Compadres.

 

 

PROLONGED MOMENT

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Change comes slowly,
only the moss on the rock knows
how the trees have grown.

 

 

COTTONWOOD

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Bright among the oaks,
rare and far between up here,
moisture and a spring.

 

 

Weekly Photo Challenge (4) “Between”