No one to visit me
but this familiar stranger
with nothing to eat.
Posted in Haiku 2015, Photographs, Poems 2015, Ranch Journal
Tagged Dry Creek, roadrunner, roadrunner nest
Posted in Haiku 2015, Photographs, Poems 2015, Ranch Journal
Tagged Dry Creek, roadrunner
We began weaning our first bunch of calves last week, three weeks earlier than normal, due to the lack of rain in March and April. From second-calf heifers sired by Vintage Angus bills, all of these calves are headed to Visalia Livestock Market on Tuesday. The whole bunch averages 600 lbs.
Though lighter than normal, there are some heifers we would have liked to keep for replacements, but our continuing drought conditions and uncertain feed and water resources make that option impractical. Whether Climate Change or other weather phenomenon, we have come to consider our circumstances to be the new normal for Sierra Nevada foothill ranches in California where cow numbers have been reduced by 40%.
After three years of drought, our springs which are dependent on the Sierra snowpack, and our stockwater ponds which are dependent on rain, are severely impacted, some dry already before summer’s begun. Each operation continues to adapt to diminishing resources as we try to hold our cow herds intact, having already culled deeply in 2013 and 2014.
As we head into our fourth year of drought, we’ve had to change our perspective, hoping to offset our smaller numbers with a good cattle market.
Posted in Photographs, Ranch Journal
Tagged Drought, Vintage Angus, Visalia Livestock Market, water, weaning, weather
I have forgotten
lots of things,
left them on the job,
or like tools
in the weeds
by mistake.
If any good
comes from drought,
it’s finding things
and remembering
how and who
we’ve been
without one another—
sweet reunion with
my pipe wrench friend.
The clichés rained
when I was young
like hollow outlines
I was destined to fill
with real details—
sayings tested with
practice dodging
bullets with agility
and dumb luck
to get old enough
to speak at funerals
of a few good friends
who rode with me,
or saw it all
from a distance:
no straight track
ricocheting minefields
heavily invested
in the senses. But
no longer hackneyed
hints for youth,
they become fresh,
reborn with answers
at our fingertips.
We found the Roadrunners’ nest on March 29th and have known the eggs had hatched for a couple of weeks, but the chicks have been too small to photograph until now. In the cactus along the driveway, I caught the pair off the nest this morning.
In the branding pen,
the steady dance of old hands
celebrating spring.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Motion
Posted in Haiku 2015, Photographs, Poems 2015, Ranch Journal
Tagged branding, Greasy Creek, weekly-photo-challenge