Category Archives: Photographs

Wooly Mullein

Verbascum thapsus, May 11, 2013

Verbascum thapsus, May 11, 2013

Wooly Mullein, Dry Creek - May 11, 2013

Wooly Mullein, Dry Creek – May 11, 2013

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Canada Geese

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Roadrunners

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I’m not sure how many Roadrunners we have around the house at the moment, but at least two nesting pairs and two juveniles that were hatched this year. They’re harder to count than cattle, one the run, often in different directions. The one above is taking what appears to be a gopher to a nest in the rocks and Live Oaks above my office window. Earlier this morning, it was a snail. In their beaks, they will beat their quarry senseless, side to side on the ground, until dead. Roadrunners don’t appear to use the same nest twice, and now that I know I have one close by, I’ll keep the camera ready.

2012 First-Calf Heifers

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A delightful day after 0.60″ worth of thunderstorms yesterday afternoon and last night, high of 70°, our first-calf heifers drove well to the Bequette corrals to be sorted before taking them to their new homes where they’ll calve this fall close to our house. More rain than we received this past March and April, it came too late to help our grass, but good, nevertheless, to see that it can still rain.

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Bred to Wagyu bulls, we drove half the bunch to water in our East Bequette pasture, holding them there before driving them to better feed up the canyon.

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Robbin and Douglas Thomason on Bart and Twist waiting while the heifers drank.

Belle Point Bunch

Canada Geese

Canada Geese

It’s not that an unusual to see Canada Geese any time of year here. But with irrigated pasture and Lake Kaweah and River within a half-mile, they have chosen the dry feed in our flat for a month or more now. We ran into this bunch while gathering early this morning. A strange and dry year, but apparently producing some species of grass seed that they prefer. Thunderstorms this afternoon are too little too late (0.10″), but the temperature change (high 79°)was welcome to work cattle and wean calves.

Belle Point Bunch

Belle Point Bunch

From our older cows around Lake Kaweah, these calves are in pretty good shape, but significantly lighter than last year. With 50% less rainfall than average this season, the clay in the lower country has been impacted most by our dry spring. We’ll cull deeper this year, a third to a half of the cows above will go to town.

MAY DAY 2013

The casualties today: a cottontail, ground squirrel
and two snakes fresh, limp and full. The road,
a long, granite chip-seal plate for buzzards and ravens

to glide, like deacons and undertakers, they preside
by dissecting the deceased, pulling flesh from hide
in some predetermined pecking order where the crows

come last, clean up—all dodging traffic in black—
like a negative of sea gulls behind a ship cleaning fish.
Too late to leap, a turkey vulture lies on his back,

wings to his bony breast in a pillow of dry grass.
Our traffic has increased, but casualties are less
than when we all had time to enjoy a meal.

RAVAGE HER, RAVAGE HER, LEAVE HER HEAPS

                                                            And nobody knows…or nobody cares…
                                                                  – Wallace McRae (“Things of Intrinsic Worth”)

My blood boiled after reading the April 26, 2013, L.A. Times piece, “In Montana, ranchers line up against coal,” (LA Times) not because Wally McRae is my friend, not because he’s been battling corporate coal miners since the mid-‘80s, but because it sounds so terribly familiar to our own thirteen-year rock and gravel battle on Dry Creek.

On the one side are the corporations, governments, towns and municipalities who expect to benefit from the growth derived from a one-time extraction of value, and they run the show. On the other are the Enviros and a few ranchers doomed to lose a generational livelihood of harvesting the renewable resources of grass and water with cattle. And with the loss of that livelihood, we all lose those elements of character and common sense that can only be acquired with hands-on experience of living with the land—things of intrinsic worth.

It’s really not a political battle of Democrats vs. Republicans, because the two parties are on the same side, because economic growth equates to votes, especially in hard times. Most of us involved in agriculture get paid once a year, and whether building a herd of cows or planting trees, we have to think in longer terms. Corporations think quarterly and local governments are always looking for the quick fix that growth promises, little thinking that after the infrastructure is in place, the opportunities for employment go away, leaving them poorer than before without the economic infusion that came from agriculture based on renewable resources.

Whether fracking in New England, oil exploration in the mid-West, or mining coal in the Powder River Basin, we’re all to blame for ravaging the earth for old energy sources when feasible alternatives are now available. Hauling coal nine miles through Wally’s ranch to be shipped overseas is more than an issue of eminent domain, but rings unpleasantly of Chinese Colonialism to me—but alas, now part of the price of a capitalistic planet.

Wally’s World

 Elko, 2009, by Jeri L. Dobrowski

© 2009 Jeri L. Dobrowski

 

 

Please take a moment to read about this battle brewing in southeastern Montana.

 

 

LA Times: ‘In Montana, ranchers line up against coal’

 

 

 

THINGS OF INTRINSIC WORTH

Remember that sandrock on Emmells Crick
Where dad carved his name in ‘thirteen?
It’s been blasted down into rubble
And interred with their dragline machine.
Where Fadhis lived, at the old Milar place,
Where us kids stole melons at night?
The’d ‘dozed it up in a funeral pyre
Then torched it. It’s gone alright.
The “C” on the hill, and the water tanks
Are now classified “reclaimed land.”
They’re thinking of building a golf course
Out there, so I understand.
The old Egan homestead’s an ash pond
That they say is eighty feet deep.
The branding corral at the Douglas camp
Is underneath a spoil heap.
And across the crick is a tipple, now,
Where they load coal onto a train.
The Mae West Rock on Hay Coulee?
Just black-and-white snapshots remain.
There’s a railroad loop and a coal storage shed
Where the bison kill site used to be.
The Guy place is gone, Ambrose’s too.
Beulah Farley’s a ranch refugee.

But things are booming. We’ve got this new school
That’s envied across the whole state.
When folks up and ask, “How’s things goin’ down there?”
I grin like a fool and say, “Great!”
Great God, how we’re doin’! We’re rollin’ in dough,
As they tear and they ravage The Earth.
And nobody knows…or nobody cares…
About things of intrinsic worth.

By Wallace McRae

OK City – Wrangler Awards

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Friday night’s ‘Jingle, Jangle, Mingle’ with ‘Best Fiction’ winner D. B. Jackson

 

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Jody Fuller and Robbin with Wes Studi, 2013 inductee into the Hall of Great Western Performers.

 

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Guy Gillette, Waddie Mitchell and Pip Gillette – 2013 Outstanding Western Composition

 

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Fuller & Fuller – Jody & Robert

 

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The Hamptons

 

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With Lisa Hackett

 

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With Sandra Dallas (2013 Best Juvenile Book) and her husband.

 

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With Robbin and Jody

 

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With Red Steagall

 

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Thanks, Red—

I am thrilled and deeply honored that my poetry has been recognized, a second time, by the National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum. My first Wrangler in 2009 was a real surprise, but it has encouraged me to take my writing more seriously.

I also want to thank the Western Folklife Center and the National Cowboy Poetry Gathering for offering a venue for my poetry and a readership for Dry Crik Press, our small press imprint established in 1989. Since that time, Dry Crik Press has published the work of eight different Wrangler Award winners*, including ‘Proclaiming Space’, and brought the likes of Buck Ramsey, Andy Wilkinson, Paul Zarzyski and David Wilke to the Sierra Nevada foothills to share their unique talents with our isolated ranching community.

But most of all, I want to thank my wife Robbin for her love and support, for her hard work and ideas, and for her patience and understanding. I am truly humbled because I didn’t get to this podium by myself.

On behalf of all, we thank you.

2013 Wrangler Award winners

 

*Dry Crik Press/Dry Crik Review

Buck Ramsey
Andy Wilkinson
Linda Hussa
Linda Hasselstrom
Paul Zarzyski
Walter McDonald
J.B. Allen

OK City – ‘End of the Trail’

Wrangler Awards 2013

Wrangler Awards 2013

Rest assured, Tulare County residents, James Earle Fraser’s ‘End of the Trail’ sculpture is in good hands. James Earle Fraser