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2013 — Happy New Year

American Kobe Beef — Snake River Farms

American Kobe Beef — Snake River Farms

Up the road to celebrate the New Year, a quiet dinner with a few neighbors. Home before midnight. Branding a little bunch of calves this morning.

2012 New Year’s Wish

Between Christmas and New Year’s Day, it’s difficult to get much accomplished, especially if one’s blessed with good rains, when it’s too wet for agriculturists to get off the asphalt. The same is the case, it seems, among professionals, the doctors, lawyers and accountants in town, in County offices, all prolonging their Christmas holidays as long as possible, but most apparent in Washington where Congress and the President are playing chicken with all the rest of us on board, on the edge of a ‘fiscal cliff’.

Fat, dumb and happy to be taken for a ride, we really don’t know how bad the wreck is going to be. But how much influence does the government really have over our lives, one wonders, especially when having to resort to fear and terror for the past few years to regain control of the herd. Have they cried ‘wolf’ one too many times? Or is this our due reward, as a nation, for charging almost everything we consume to the future.

Hard times are apparent all over the world in the media, nations afflicted with the same financial maladies, individual vignettes of unemployment and despair in the U.S., yet here on the ranch it’s business as usual. Most mom and pop cattle operations are fairly self-sufficient, trying get the work done and pay the bills, deal with emergencies and changes in the weather. We don’t see much of the unemployed, no one knocks on the door looking for work anymore, and nowadays, with all the bookkeeping and costs of a payroll required for hiring someone, plus the potential liability, we are much too small to afford employees.

Apart from the media trying to sell ads, Wall Street seems the most attentive to budget negotiations in Washington—the same outfit, I’m sorry to say, that brought us the housing bubble and bank collapses that have resulted in our latest recession. Wall Street is generally the harbinger for the economy, where the so-called astute bet which way it’s headed. But most of the rest of us are so tired of the hype, so disgusted with our political representatives, so helpless in this postured spin of blame and misinformation, we have no other choice but to wait and see.

My wish for the New Year is that we make our representatives accountable, expose their benefits and pensions, and require by vote that they abide by the same rules and regulations as the rest of us—get lean. It’s been a back-slapping shindig for far too long in Washington, sponsored and paid for by taxpayers and lobbyists. For so long, I fear, that they may have forgotten how to get their work done.

                           Season’s Greetings

                                                                                                                        

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12-12-12 — a Dozen More

This gallery contains 12 photos.

Paregien Ranch 12-12-12

A lucky day for us, we managed to get our calves branded at the Paregien Ranch just before the rain. Clarence, Zach and Douglas went up the hill early to sort the cattle and get the fire started before the rest of us arrived. Between vaccinating, keeping the cook fire going and setting-up her kitchen, Robbin managed to get a few photos. We ate in the rain, and as much as we all would have liked to sit around the fire and visit, we had to get off the hill before the roads got too slick. Thanks, as always, to our neighbors (in order of the last photo) Clarence Holdbrooks, Virginia and Kenny McKee, Tony Rabb, Douglas Thomason, Zach Shaver, Jody Fuller, Chuck Fry and Brent Huntington (Spencer Jensen was headed down the hill to pick his kids up at school)—and we all give thanks for the half-inch rain.

SIERRA BACKBONE

Great Western Divide from Paregien Ranch

Great Western Divide from Paregien Ranch

How many photos, how reassured
they haven’t left for other states
of deployment? Alta’s elephant,

Sawtooth, the Kaweah peaks
under snow like sharp teeth
tearing into the blue, always

a hold of heaven. Not far
in bird miles, I check my bearings,
my well-being, my insignificance

to become comforted, somehow,
with this affirmation, this renewal
of facts. Not the same as being

held in the land of awe, I look to
the Great Western Divide
for security—to inhale and breathe

easier knowing they always
have my back, that we both
are still in the same place.

Gathering Paregien

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There are no weekends this time of year. We’ve had our usual snafus with bulls, now that they’ve been out with the cows for a couple of weeks, establishing their own pecking order among the other bulls, changing fields, etc., despite our best laid plans. We’ve had two good days gathering at the Paregien Ranch where we hope to get some calves branded ahead of the rainy weather forecast for tomorrow afternoon. We’ve had all kinds of weather to brand at the Paregien Ranch in past years, including fog so thick you couldn’t see across the branding pen, and snow.

The cows and calves are about 30 minutes off the asphalt at 2,200′, sorted, and on hay in two wire lots we hope will hold until we get there early tomorrow a.m. We’re going for it, unless it’s raining in the morning; and looking forward to seeing our neighbors, unless we have to turn the cattle out.

Kauai

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HAWAIAN SHIRTS

They can hide
sizeable investments
in self-indulgences—
over years—over
a lifetime.

Silk floral prints
at any price
men can wear anywhere—
but only fit
as not obvious
on the Islands
separated
from the rest of the world.

What matters afloat
swirls in the air
around them—sustenance
from the elements—
all the ghosts and gods
forever trapped,
leak-out of the greenery
begging to dance
again with fire.

 

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Laysan Albatross

Laysan Albatross (Phoebastria immutabilis) 
Kilauea Point

Laysan Albatross (Phoebastria immutabilis)
Kilauea Point

Laysan Albatross (Phoebastria immutabilis) 
Kilauea Point

Laysan Albatross (Phoebastria immutabilis)
Kilauea Point

We were lucky enough, while on Kauai, to see some albatross nesting. Fairly tame and docile birds, the females mate for life, some attaining 60 years. Subject to widespread hunting in the early 1900s for their feathers, the population of the Layson Albatross is rebounding. The juvenile albatross does not return to the colony for three years, spending that time at sea or in the air, and does not mate until six or seven years old.

More Sycamores, and Green

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What a difference a week plus an inch and a half rain make, low temperatures in the mid-forties, high 70° yesterday—truly a miracle: rain, seed and green.

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1st-calf heifers and Wagyu X calves

1st-calf heifers and Wagyu X calves