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Weather Change

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.

HEAT WAVE

 

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.

 

 

 

 

Summer Solstice 2024

 

Around the corner

the future waits alignment

of the moons and stars.

 

 

HARMONIES

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.

 

 

Cuckoo Cuckcoo Coo

 

The same old song at dawn

remains unchanged at dark—

the Roadrunners’ refrain

 

                 across the pasture,

                 lest we forget

                world affairs…

 

 

First Calf Heifers

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.  

3 Hour Meal

White Golden Poppies

 

Not enough gold left

in the last of the poppies

as spring fades away.

 

 

 

 

Fire Insurance

An exceptional feed year, the grass is thick and a couple of weeks from ripening and turning brown as we prepare to wean our calves for market.  It’s been our custom to cut firebreaks with the skid steer between our feed and Dry Creek Road.  Last year we had eight arson sets that we were able to minimize with our 500 gallon water wagon.  Fortunately, CalFire was able to identify and arrest the arsonists who are now in jail.

 

Despite our efforts and equipment, the ranch gets no discount for fire insurance premiums. Since PG&E was found culpable for the Northern California fires several years ago, we have found ourselves within the recently mapped High Risk Fire Area in California, and most all our neighbors have been dropped by insurance carriers. It seems apparent that PG&E’s losses and premiums have been spread out over the state. We are now investigating self-insurance for our home.

 

As a matter of business, insurance companies insure one another for catastrophic losses, and taken to the extreme, may in fact be one insurance company.  Last year our insurance costs were 10% of our expenses, but unlike our other tangible expenses like hay and labor, we get only a little peace of mind in return at twice the price, if available.

 

 

MOONSTONE BEACH, END OF THE TRAIL

 

No lone warriors left on weary ponies,

we gather at the edge of the West subdued

and yield to the fleeting moment beyond

our reach or reason—to be washed,

wave after wave, with our fears away.

 

All the people now in the picture—

I could have cropped the photo

to thirty-thousand yesteryears ago,

or by much shorter measure dialed it

to a certain future none will see.

 

Our hair is gray.