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
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.
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