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Mountain raised,

Colonel bred,

the old man gets the call,

show her how it feels

to really watch a cow—

to hold on

when he cracks back,

hear him nicker

under his breath

when he’s done well.

No better feeling 

with your clothes on.

            for Allie and Fairlea Smart Pic

‘Spic & Span’ Grazing the Gloaming


Evenings thus far in August have been delightful, days noticeably shorter, about 30 minutes at both ends. It’s also 10 degrees cooler, hovering in the mid-90s with gusty breezes up and down canyon, especially at dusk. Atop the knoll where native women came to heal themselves without men, Rags and Bart (a.k.a. ‘Spic & Span’), raised at the Fairlea Ranch farther up Dry Creek Road and trained by Clarence Holdbrooks, are part of the family, part of the evening’s entertainment—though never sure who’s entertaining who. Our pair of crows usually roost atop the dead snag, an over-two hundred year old Live Oak that I imagine offered shade when the native women came.