Jagged edge of earth
that begins and ends
our days, separates
our brains—where hope
hangs at dusk and dawn.
Jagged edge of earth
that begins and ends
our days, separates
our brains—where hope
hangs at dusk and dawn.
Robbin and I are trying to pace ourselves and grin our way through these dry times begun last grass season with less than ten inches of rain, about 60% of average. With only dry fuzz for forage, our cows are holding-up remarkably well as they calve, due in large part to the truckloads of hay we’ve provided since the middle of August.
We may be luckier than most, like the cattlemen on the Coast Range who’ve had to liquidate their cowherds after additional tough years for forage. In the next couple of weeks we’ll begin reducing our number of replacement heifers when we get them in for their round of shots before we put the Wagyu bulls out December 1st. Then onto the cow pastures to send the late-calvers to town.
It takes years to build a nice herd of young cows and only a couple of dry ones to undo decades of work. But trying to find a silver lining, we hope this culling process will ultimately improve the genetics of our cows into the future. Fortunately the market’s fairly strong and Congress has left Washington for home.
Early birds without color
own the emptiness, take liberties
and routinely leave their fear
in the dark—a different breed
that feel good to be around.
Our twenty-something Red horse waits for the Wagyu X calves to run to the water trough ahead of their mothers in the evening.
According to the clock, Robbin and I got off to a slow start feeding hay to our first-calf heifers, lollygagging over coffee outside in the mid-50s. At the solstice, the sun broke the ridge two hours earlier and pushed 90°at 9:00 a.m. No urgency today in the cool, especially with a bunch of the heifers still grazing the top of the ridge across from the house. Fooling around a little longer, I got the big lens out while the last of these would-be mothers ran off the mountain, just having fun.
With the change of seasons, of light, the migration continues. The Mockingbirds and their incessant birdsongs arrived this week to begin working on the Pomegranates as they ripen. A Peregrine Falcon pair began patrolling our part of the canyon a couple of weeks ago for rock pigeons, the population of which has recently doubled as they take up residence in the horse barn, making a bigger mess than the horses.
Current forecasts call for a 30% chance of rain on Wednesday. Light clouds have been moving in all day, light breeze upcanyon.
Trim venison tenderloin. Season with pepper, garlic or chili powder to taste then place in red wine and brown sugar marinate and store in the refrigerator for 24 hrs. Marinate will form a thin cap to seal in the juices on the BBQ. Thanks for the backstrap, Chuck!
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While feeding yesterday, Robbin and I interrupted two young Red Tails at play. One stayed briefly for photos.
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