
With so many holes in my memory
what remains seems like yesterday.
I jettisoned the shameful first,
then turned the irrational loose
to make room for the moment
before it slips away.

With so many holes in my memory
what remains seems like yesterday.
I jettisoned the shameful first,
then turned the irrational loose
to make room for the moment
before it slips away.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2024, poetry, Ranch Journal
Tagged Cord McKee, memory, moment, photography, poetry

It sounds like a drug
for the infirmed
or a dressing for horses’ hooves
or a government program
to keep poverty alive
and consuming—
it sounds soothing
to the summer-baked subconscious,
a galactic reprieve
before the leaves rain
in gusts
before the first storm
stirs weathered flesh.
Autumnal Equinox
just rolls off the tongue.
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Tagged autumnal equinox, photography, poetry

Dilated and making bag,
first-calf heifers choose to graze,
closer to our familiar voices
over morning coffee. Perhaps security,
or our loving pride they feel
long distance as we imagine
a pasture full of calves clinging
to a mother’s shadow, the buck and run
as they get older like the thirty years
before them. We begin another season
of grass with rain, with feeding hay
ready to face the future with them.
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Tagged Calves, Calving, family, first-calf heifers, photography, poetry

After a brutal summer, we are enjoying a major change in temperature: a high of 87 yesterday and 55 this morning as storms hit the northwest and Canada.
As I’ve posted before, my father’s model for predicting the weather was based on a 30-day cycle beginning with noticeable changes in the month of August. If these changes were confirmed in September, he would count on rain on those days in October and/or November. My brother and I still rely to some degree on his model, but with the volatility of the weather in recent years, it’s anyone’s guess.
We’ve begun feeding as we wait for our first calves to arrive. We’ve moved our calving date back two weeks, from the first to the fifteenth, in response to the trend of high temperatures in early September. Not only is the heat hard on calving cows, but often there’s always a couple of first-calf heifers that leave their newborns in a hundred degree sun.
September also brings the catalogs for bull sales in California that offer a wide array of Genomic Enhanced Expected Progeny Data as well as links to videos of the bulls. I still rely on my eye, but it’s a far cry from the old days when I was starting out.
As the days get shorter, we still expect the temperatures to return to the century mark, but for the moment it’s delightful.

All the thirsty hearts
have sucked the dog dish down
beyond the reach of the panting Titmouse,
nervous little bastard bobbing
empty-beaked at his favorite waterhole
below the nozzle, hose and bib
during this two-week heat wave
of highs in the teens, like every summer here
in the San Joaquin.
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Tagged heat, photography, poetry, water, weather
Posted in Haiku 2024, Photographs, Poems 2024, poetry
Tagged haiku, moon, photography, poetry

Before the day breaks over
the black silhouette of Sulphur Peak,
the Mourning Doves moan
from dreams and the quail beckon
broods with marching songs, while
Roadrunners call long distance—
rehearsing harmonies
humanity would do well
to learn and listen to.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2024
Tagged Humanity, melodies, mourning dove, photography, poetry, quail, Roadrunners

The same old song at dawn
remains unchanged at dark—
the Roadrunners’ refrain
across the pasture,
lest we forget
world affairs…
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Tagged photography, poetry, Roadrunners, world affairs

Due to calve this fall, these first calf heifers will be checked with ultrasound tomorrow morning. We introduced the Red Angus bulls in late December, and trust that most are bred judging by the activity since then.
Posted in Photographs, Ranch Journal
Tagged first calf heifers, photography, Red Angus Bulls