
Around the corner
the future waits alignment
of the moons and stars.
Posted in Haiku 2024, Photographs, Poems 2024, poetry
Tagged haiku, moon, photography, poetry

Before the day breaks over
the black silhouette of Sulphur Peak,
the Mourning Doves moan
from dreams and the quail beckon
broods with marching songs, while
Roadrunners call long distance—
rehearsing harmonies
humanity would do well
to learn and listen to.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2024
Tagged Humanity, melodies, mourning dove, photography, poetry, quail, Roadrunners

The same old song at dawn
remains unchanged at dark—
the Roadrunners’ refrain
across the pasture,
lest we forget
world affairs…
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2024, poetry
Tagged photography, poetry, Roadrunners, world affairs

Due to calve this fall, these first calf heifers will be checked with ultrasound tomorrow morning. We introduced the Red Angus bulls in late December, and trust that most are bred judging by the activity since then.
Posted in Photographs, Ranch Journal
Tagged first calf heifers, photography, Red Angus Bulls
Posted in Haiku 2024, Photographs, Poems 2024, poetry, Ranch Journal
Tagged Golden Poppies, haiku, photography, poetry

An exceptional feed year, the grass is thick and a couple of weeks from ripening and turning brown as we prepare to wean our calves for market. It’s been our custom to cut firebreaks with the skid steer between our feed and Dry Creek Road. Last year we had eight arson sets that we were able to minimize with our 500 gallon water wagon. Fortunately, CalFire was able to identify and arrest the arsonists who are now in jail.
Despite our efforts and equipment, the ranch gets no discount for fire insurance premiums. Since PG&E was found culpable for the Northern California fires several years ago, we have found ourselves within the recently mapped High Risk Fire Area in California, and most all our neighbors have been dropped by insurance carriers. It seems apparent that PG&E’s losses and premiums have been spread out over the state. We are now investigating self-insurance for our home.
As a matter of business, insurance companies insure one another for catastrophic losses, and taken to the extreme, may in fact be one insurance company. Last year our insurance costs were 10% of our expenses, but unlike our other tangible expenses like hay and labor, we get only a little peace of mind in return at twice the price, if available.
Posted in Photographs, Ranch Journal
Tagged Dry Creek, Fire, firebreaks, insurance, photography

All the places
I worked and played
too hard
are wearing on me
for this moment
I have trailed
with discarded rhymes
and poetry
even I don’t quite
understand
why I had to kiss
the wild so deeply,
why I had to walk
the fence
and dream beyond
the barbed wire.
Posted in Deck Poems, Photographs, Poems 2024, poetry, Ranch Journal
Tagged age, photography, poetry

Occasionally, neighbors become good friends,
and so it’s been with Steve and Jody Fuller, Robbin and I.
I am going to read a short poem that I wrote for them
when my mother was dying in the hospital back in 2010.
LAST NIGHT’S LEFTOVERS
We pray for heart attacks, Mack trucks and lightening
as our way out, trading tales of die-hard mothers
like rattlesnake stories, each triggering another –
pouring wine with whiskey rants to laugh
at the sad truth we can’t improve, can’t make easier,
can’t change, but in ourselves. Out of the rain,
my great bay horse, a bag of bones at thirty,
paws the gate in the barn for more grain – an indignant
impatience I trained for years, my mother’s hands
in mine again. It’s rained five days straight,
blew the barn down, blew a tire in a rockslide,
got a ticket parked too long at the hospital,
and we look up into the gray wanting to escape
town and traffic, find home and recuperate
with neighbors and last night’s leftovers.
– for Steve & Jody
Steve left his mark on the hearts of us all.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2010, poetry, Ranch Journal
Tagged Dry Creek, photography, poetry