Category Archives: Photographs

Keeping Track of the Grass

I took the Kubota up the hill this morning to cut some Live Oak for the wood stove, taking some hay and my camera along. After the last dry year, there wasn’t enough dry feed to carry our cows until the new grass came, despite heavy culling since May. We’ve been looking at bare hillsides for at least a couple of months, and conditions had to be perfect to keep from feeding hay this December. Our first rain at the end of October wasn’t enough to start the grass, and even the rain nine days ago was barely sufficient to germinate the seed. As we head into colder weather, what germinated will come slowly if it survives. Essential in colder weather is the protection the dry feed provides.

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One of the only places we have any dry feed is the Gathering Field in Greasy where the photo above was taken today. The photo below shows spotty germination in the clay along Dry Creek.

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The Red Stem Fillaree below has begun to turn purple under stress on a gentle west slope along Dry Creek Road. The cover of dry feed would have provided shade and helped keep moisture in the ground a little longer. All in all, a spotty germination to date with below-freezing temperatures predicted for mid-week. Nothing short of a miracle, like plenty of warm rain, will alleviate the pressure on the cows, calves and us, as well as the ground.

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Have a Happy Thanksgiving!

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Red

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Despite yesterday morning’s red sky, our forecast for Thanksgiving has diminished to a slight chance of showers. Alerted, Red is also watching something from his the pen.

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Fillaree 2013

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Layers

Layers

The fluffy female Manx delivered by Kenny & Virginia McKee a few months ago, descended from our original Manx herd, has had over a dozen names since, from “Happy” to “Hefty”, “Cotton” to “Velcro”, but right now she’s “Fluff”. Photo by Robbin.

MANWOOD 2013

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Chimney swept,
woodstove cleaned,
we head uphill for Manzanita
just in case it rains, take hay
for girls we’ll meet along the way.

The old timers said
it took one year for the snowmelt
to get here underground
filling fissures and granite cracks
to springs and water troughs.

Fears now dispelled
with a bumper crop of squirrels
in spring, feed so short by fall
they become easy-pickings
to a bumper crop of hawks.

Dry ground as hard
as billy-hell, granite flakes
and clay, no matter how
much it rains
it won’t wash away.

 

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FOR THE BIRDS

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We are temporary obstacles
for the birds, interrupting good times
and private conversations in the garden
wild, overgrown with weeds—

the only cover with water for miles,
coveys of quail titter and congregate,
preach the perils of Cooper’s Hawks
and housecats to flee on wheels
in a gray whir that startles the heart.
We serve feasts to Black Phoebes waiting,
low branch to porch chair. Roadrunners,
like government employees, come
and go as they please as if we weren’t here—
terrorize both Monarchs and snails
while we entertain woodpeckers
beneath the only oak with acorns
this dry year, a host of town pigeons
in the horse barn, we cheer the visiting
Peregrines in the dead snag. The Crow pair,
lovebird silhouettes nuzzling at the water trough
come evening, fly-by close to enough
to judge how much longer we will last.

Most birds don’t care much long. We
won’t be missed until we’re gone.

 

Barn Owl

Barn Owl

November Weather 2013

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Warmer than normal, the moon is ripe for a rain. Despite light clouds, no moisture in the forecast.

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Habit

Habit

7:00 a.m.

 

 

SLIM ODDS

Sometimes instinct is not enough
to find the weak and wobbly way
along her belly—her first calf

born too small licks her brisket
as she gently lifts each leg
around it with toe dancing grace.

A dramatic ballet at dusk, then
into the headlights as you coach
and urge them both under your breath

beside me. Silently I cheer
life’s perseverance, her murmuring,
her nosing and licking—these best

chance moments for slim odds,
a catharsis to a tragic dance
that will have to wait ‘til morning.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Eerie

Weekly Photo Challenge: Eerie