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ANOTHER WEATHER FORECAST

 

With all the hoopla surrounding Climate Change and the approaching El Niño, suddenly the world is focused on the weather and a myriad of conflicting scientific observations and conclusions, heretofore ignored by most in the past.  But for those of us involved in grazing livestock and dependent on the bounties of Mother Nature, October is the beginning of our rainy season as we try to look ahead into our futures.

 

Historically, “The Old Farmer’s Almanac” has offered as accurate a forecast as any:

 

PACIFIC SOUTHWEST

November 2023

             4° below average

             Precipitation 5” (1” below average)

December 2023

            4° below average

            Precipitation 3” (4” below average)

January 2024

            3° below average

            Precipitation 5” (1” below average)

February 2024

            2° above average

            Precipitation 6.5” (2” above average)

March 2024

            3° above average

            Precipitation 1.5” (2.5” below average)

April 2024

            2° above average

            Precipitation 5” (1.5” above average)

May 2024

            2° above average

            Precipitation 0.5” (1.5” below average)

June 2024

            1° below average

            Precipitation 0.05” (1” below average)

For what it’s worth, the rain total comes to 27”, well above our 15” average.  We’ll just have to wait and see.

OCTOBER 2023

 

No point waiting for a rain to start the green

until October, and even then it’s blasphemy

to pray or say the word out loud to anyone—

especially with El Niño mapped and gathering

off shore, lapping Jeffer’s granite with warm waves

 

of poetry—just load and feed the hay like always.

No point worrying about the news a thousand miles away

or all the hobgoblins waiting in ambush down the road

littered with deceptions and diversions, lust and greed

to greet you—just load and feed the hay like always.

 

 

CHIPPAWAS

 

The acrid smell of battle

in the disturbed ground:

Turkey Mullein vs. Vinegarweed

 

claiming more territory

to choke out grasses—

that knee-high cling and tell

 

where you’ve been

and your approach to life.

After a good wet spring,

 

I smell my father here,

twenty-five years

after his departure

 

and remember

his lace-up Chippawas

busting clods behind a plow.

 

 

THELMA AND LOUISE

 

We could blame last spring’s atmospheric rivers, double our average rainfall for the season that kept us from branding our calves on the Paregien Ranch. Our heifer calves were exposed to our slick bull calves until we weaned in May, possibly bred that would miss our calving target date of October.  A February calf instead would jeopardize the heifer and eliminate her from our replacement bunch.

When we vaccinated the heifers for clostridial, respiratory and Brucellosis diseases in June, we also injected them with Lutalyse to abort any short-term fetuses.  Lutalyse is commonly used to synchronize heat cycles, especially when groups of cattle are to be artificially inseminated.  

We’ve had an abundance of strong feed this summer, helping to keep our heifers in shape and cycling when we turn our low-birth weight bulls out in the middle of December.  And as expected, they have been cycling, bulling, practicing all at once—a bovine orgy, a virtual humpfest. 

Unfortunately, one heifer was crippled in the raucous activity, unable to put any weight on her right hind leg.  We hauled water and hay to her for three days before walking her into the pen by the house.  Shortly thereafter, she (Thelma) attracted a friend (Louise) who spent days and nights for week with her on the other side of the fence while the rest of the heifers were off grazing.

After two weeks, Thelma is much better now, and taking full strides.  Louise was back again last evening to check on her friend.  The bond is obvious.  They may be twins, as we had several sets, but more than likely they were just raised together.  Whether or not Thelma recovers well enough to make the replacement bunch remains to be seen.  But either way, blame it on climate change and too much rain.

WAITING ON HILARY

 

                         … (I) don’t think hurricanes

                        like to follow predicted paths.

                                    –Brian Grant

 

The prognosticators have claimed

the climate spotlight—used science

to explain why we read poetry

 

when our dehydrated atmosphere

rains rivers and spawns hurricanes

while the earth is spinning faster than it should—

 

its fractious friction warming waters

to forge the passion of whales and otters

to object and retaliate.

 

Watching the weather map of Baja California,

new science is driving out a percentage

of the old that we believed was true.

 

PERSEVERANCE

 

Called too soon, persistence rooted

where peaceful dreams beneath their leaves

spilled downhill at dawn—a slow awakening

 

like death in reverse, never thinking

of other ways to pass the time. Weathered

skeletons of young Blue Oaks cling

 

to where their acorns fell to rest

before the wet and stormy springs

kept a chance of an idyllic life alive.

 

Truth is: no right or wrong of it—

no philosophy to make fit

what we’ll not need to understand.

 

CLASS OF 2023

 

Black backs

through summer light

across the road beside the creek

 

grazing green

upon a highwater sand bank

deposited by atmospheric rivers.

 

Black backs

of virgin children, our future

breathes in 105 heat.

 

 

GETTING SHORTER

 

I don’t recall Dry Creek ever flowing into August, as springs continue to feed this morning’s 9 cfs (cubic feet/second).  March’s atmospheric river estimated 8,000 cfs, that scoured the channel and undermined the gauging station, left few places to cross the resultant boulder fields and cutbanks. Only now, as our cattle work winds down, do we have time to address some of the impacts of last spring’s rains.

Both for vehicles and cattle, I had to move our crossing downstream.  Moving the big rocks was rough work for the skid steer, but I had all the materials I needed in the high water drifts of sand and gravel to smooth the crossing this morning—less than a three hour job.  On the way to the corrals, hoof action of our replacement heifers will smooth it a little more.

We’re looking forward to September when the cows begin to calve, another month of a hundred degree weather that often extends into October, but the hot summer days are getting shorter.

ON THE MARCH

We train our young replacement heifers to be gentle and to follow the Kubota or feed truck when we feed so when they go up the hill in the next year or two, we can gather them and their calves easily.  Having been through the same process, their mothers and grandmothers have imprinted this same calmness on their calves.

Due to the atmospheric rivers, we were unable to see our cattle for 3 months, but the calves gentled down quickly in the weaning pen on alfalfa hay.  Now weaned about 30 days, they’ve been turned out along the creek on native feed and a little extra green due to the spring rains.  We’ve been supplementing them once-a -week. While I was photographing the floods’ ensuing boulder fields and patches of cockleburs, they heard the Kubota and followed me, on the march, towards the feed ground, hoping it was the right day.

ACORNS

   

            One by one off trucks,

            hooked or boomed into the barn

            banked for the unknown.

 

Sweaty, sleeveless shirt, Dusty

Bohannon, until he died, unloaded

thousands of bob-tailed trucks

 

before the booms pitched bales inside,

before the squeezes stacked dumps up

for unknown winter times

 

like grounded vermin store

in tunneled chambers, or cackling birds

in fenceposts pecked with holes.