Posted in Photographs, Ranch Journal
Tagged Dry Creek, photographs, rain, water, weather, weekly-photo-challenge
In the darkness, I listen to a light strum
upon the roof, visualize the size
of raindrops, calculate the hours
necessary to quench the earth’s thirst
for a week or two before going back
to dream of hillsides too wet to climb,
cattle fat come May – nothing I can do,
but hope and pray for some release.
Sucked dry, we still hold on to a chance
for a verdant spring, grass bellyhigh
and sprinkled with wild colors
from all the old seeds waiting to bloom.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2015
Tagged Calves, cows, Drought, Dry Creek, photographs, poetry, rain, weather, wildflowers
The wildflowers were trying to bloom before we left for Elko on January 24th, primarily the ubiquitous Fiddleneck and Shepherd’s Purse, but yesterday as Robbin and I went to the Paregien Ranch, we could add Foothill Poppies, Purple Lupine, White-veined Mallow, Popcorn Flowers, Scorpionweed among others—all 30 days earlier than normal that may indicate an early, and perhaps short, spring, especially with record breaking temperatures in the high-70s the past two days.
As we enter what appears to be our fourth drought year with only 5.47” of rain to date, it could be worse. Last year at this time we had only accumulated 1.6”, a year in which we had to feed hay from August through March with a total rainfall for the season of 7.78”. Our 9-year average, including the last three dry years, is 14.36”.
Fortunately, some rain is predicted for this evening and Saturday that may linger into Sunday. Our south slopes have been stressed for the past three years, showing mostly brown with no cover of old feed to hold moisture or offer protection for the new grasses.
Additionally, there is little snow in the Sierras to supply surface water demands from Valley farmers. Water storage in flood control and irrigation facilities is at an all-time low. Half-way through our rainy season, it’s too late for any snow the Sierras might receive to freeze, thus we have lost any time-released benefits farmers might ordinarily enjoy, leaving us more susceptible to spring floods if the Sierras get any amount of snow for the remainder of the season.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look good.
Posted in Photographs, Ranch Journal
Tagged Drought, Dry Creek, flower-friday, Greasy Creek, Paregien Ranch, photographs, rain, weather, wildflowers
Nothing sudden, poor dry hills
like thin cows show too much bone,
I look away for a spot of green
in shadows of trees, on north slopes
to weigh our hopes: how many days left
before it rains? Bankrupt with years
of debt, of dirt exposed, of dust released,
the old oaks have given-up to start over—
to become earth again, and we
make plans to brand another bunch
like Kestrels courting spring, falling
in a flutter before me yesterday:
fourth of February, seventy-seven degrees.
Nothing sudden, we plod against the obvious
knowing nothing stays the same.
Posted in Haiku 2015, Photographs
Tagged Blow Wives, Dry Creek, haiku, photographs, poetry, wildflowers
Posted in Haiku 2015, Photographs
Tagged Dry Creek, haiku, Johnny Tuck, photographs, poetry, wildflowers
Posted in Haiku 2015, Photographs
Tagged Dry Creek, Fiddleneck, haiku, photographs, poetry, wildflowers
If we all lean in the same direction
maybe we can change
the world.
Posted in Haiku 2015, Photographs
Tagged Dry Creek, Phacelia, photographs, poetry, Scorpionweed, wildflowers
After rain in spring, I see my father
standing among a half-dozen others
atop fresh mounds of dirt, hear him
praise the Great Blue Heron as the best
‘gopher-getter around’. As the creek
warms, he glides up canyon early,
spends his days wading shallows,
coasting home in the gloaming.
Punctual, you could set your watch
by his circles to work each day,
depending on season and crop.
When it all mattered too much,
he’d slip up the road to check
the feed and fences, the condition
of my cows grazing with his herons.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2015
Tagged birds, Calves, cows, Dry Creek, father, Great Blue Heron, photographs, poetry, water, weather, wildlife
Posted in Haiku 2015, Photographs, Ranch Journal
Tagged Drought, Dry Creek, haiku, photographs, poetry, rain, red sky, signs, weather