Starting our morning and getting to watch the beautiful colors.
Our view riding yesterday morning.
It was a little nippy to start, but turned into a perfect day.
Some of the calves out of the 2-year-old heifers.
Got a picture of one of the bull calves (out of a 2-year-old heifer).
Speed doing his duty hauling the bosses around.
Some of the heifer calves that were weighed and vaccinated yesterday.
My little helper peeking through to see if the calves were in the chute so she could come in and help me bring some more back into the holding pen.
Two pictures of some of the steer calves.
Who needs a knight in shining armor? This girl can take care of herself.
Until next time– JARW
Loving seeing some of the jars of jam and syrup that I made. I was blessed this week as a friend of mine sent down some choke cherries and plums. I now have several jars of choke cherry jam, choke cherry syrup, and plum jelly. I also went through only about a third of a row of tomatoes and came to the house with a 5-gallon bucket. Only a couple more rows to go through. At that rate I should end up picking about 25 gallons of red tomatoes with tons of green tomatoes waiting to ripen. I believe I am over-run with tomatoes. However, I sure love seeing the results lined up on my counter.
Processing now is a big batch (10 quarts) of salsa… mild. I’m a wimp. Truly a wimp. I cannot handle hot stuff. I do have some jalapenos in the fridge to make a few batches with a little more bite to give away. I used some of the jalapeno in the plum jelly, too. The taste is wonderful– cuts the sweet some, but yes– without the heat. The Big Guy asked what kind of jelly I was making and he couldn’t believe I was ruining a batch of plum jelly with jalapenos. I explained that he wouldn’t have even been able to tell had I not told him. “Why did you put them in then?” was the response I received. I’m sure it will still get eaten.
Do you ever look at your counter full of filled jars, rub your aching back, look at your kitchen that is now demolished and needing deep cleaned, and wipe the sweat from your brow after standing over a stove for a couple of days and think “Where the heck am I going to hide this stuff!” You feel like you have just been run over by a truck and you know that it can all be gone in a matter of days. Seriously!! The race is on to find a safe place to hide the jars.
On this round of canning I spent two solid days washing and cleaning fruit, cutting it up, sterilizing jars, making jelly, cleaning up the mess to start over with a new batch, repeat. Then picking tomatoes, cleaning and cutting everything up, sterilizing more jars, etc., etc.,etc. Lots of work and not near enough to show for it when you are all done. Then the locusts attack. The locusts in the form of your husband and kids. You just slaved away over a hot stove for a couple of days and they can eat in a matter of minutes. Sometimes don’t you just want to tuck it away somewhere safe and admire it? Just for a while? Enjoy your accomplishments and hoard it away from prying fingers, and mouths?
I fully intend to give as Christmas gifts some of these wonderful jars filled with love. I have plans for some homemade Kahlua and perhaps some hot chocolate mix, etc. I love getting stuff like that. I hope that those I gift with these kind of items love them as much as me. That is if I can beat the locusts off and get the jars hidden away. Wish me luck.
Until next time– JARW
We worked more calves at some leased summer land just across the state line into Montana. Like the rest of our area of the world, it looks so beautiful this year. Here are a few of my favorite shots from that day of working calves.
Gathered in the first pasture, trailing across this pasture, and then into the pasture where the corrals are located.
Riding down to open some gates.
Trailing down the lane to the corrals.
This made me laugh– all the riders and then the Wild Child bringing up the rear.
Sorting cows out the gate.
Papa waiting to bring more cows.
The big guy following some cows in to be sorted out the other gate.
STUMP THE CHUMP TIME: Any guesses on what this piece of equipment is?
The Wild Child playing in the loading chute while the rest of us are working calves.
Part of the crew enjoying a little lunch, iced tea, and visiting after all the calves were worked.
The arena where our friend, a former NFR Steer Wrestling Average Champion, honed his skills! Check out the view!
A better view of the view! Absolutely beautiful!
The view while standing in the left-side of the roping box.
Until next time– JARW
Some of my favorite pics from yesterday.
My friend Karen trying to get the burs out of her husband’s horse’s tail. I wish I would have had my camera handy earlier when her horse had so many burs in his forelock that he looked like a unicorn. I miss all the good stuff. It was good for a laugh, though.
The Wild Child keeping “books.” She wrote down the numbers of the calves coming through the chute. She had her own set of books for her dad.
These two pictures were taken while working cows at the corrals where we lease some summer grass. Here are the babies bawling at one gate,
My friend, Karen, the Wild Child, and Dot all hanging out in the shade waiting for some action.
The Wild Child and her Papa riding back to the trailer.
Three generations. This makes my heart smile SO big!
The Big Guy weighing a calf.
She is a kid of many talents. She kept the ID tags filled, too.
One of the steer calves. They were looking good.
Some of the working crew. From left to right– Papa’s horse Oscar, my horse Dollar, and the big guy’s horse Stripe. The Wild Child named Stripe and Oscar. Don’t know where her horse was at this point.
We took yesterday off… Kind of. The Big Guy and I headed to the Southwest Select Broke Horse Sale to try to find some quality geldings to bring home. There were some great horses there… unfortunately none of which came home with us. However, we thoroughly enjoyed our morning watching all the horses perform under saddle, and the early afternoon walking through all the good horses and discussing the attributes of our favorites.
The highlight of the day was watching our friend’s little girl get so excited when the cutest little white pony came trotting in the ring. We had watched “Fuzzy” and his little girls during the morning performance. They sure loved him. We watched Fuzzy’s littlest owner come tearing over to him and crawl all over him. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even tense up. The little white steed was bomb-proof and looked like the perfect babysitter.
Fuzzy was quite a ways down the sale bill. This little princess had watched horse after horse perform through the ring; she just sat quietly like a little lady, occasionally drinking from her bottle. However, when Fuzzy came in things changed. She sat to attention, started waving her hands and “bidding”, smiling, gabbing at everyone. It was hilarious to watch. Fortunately for her, she just happened to be sitting on her Grandpa’s lap. That’s all she wrote.
Grandpa bought his princess her white steed— Fuzzy. I think she is going to be a very, very happy little girl; Fuzzy is going to be, as well.
Thanks Bowman Auction for another GREAT horse sale! Kudos to all who put this together.
The rest of our afternoon wasn’t quite as smile-inducing. We hauled panels down to the location where we will start preconditioning this week. I can’t wait to share some pictures of our week with you! The calves are looking great, the rain has greened things up again, and the days have been staying pretty cool and starting to feel like fall. Should be a glorious week.
Until next time– JARW
This is our walk-out basement– on MUD. This is our next cement pouring project. Every time it rains or snows this place collects it and has a perpetual mud issue. The retaining wall on the right will also be extended out about another eight feet and will have a couple more feet added in height to allow for some dirt to be added to the “yard” on the other side of the wall. I use the term “yard” quite loosely as it is basically only a weed patch at this point, but times– they are a changing!
We also replaced the sidewalks around my in-law’s house that were in much need of repair. They are awesome. If I wasn’t so lazy I would walk over there and take a picture of them right now to prove my point, but it is drizzly and I am being a slug so you will just have to take my word for it. Plus, I want to wait until the back step is rebuilt so I can take a true “completed” picture! Good plan huh!?!
To keep the little mud-wreckers at bay (the Wild Child, Huck, and Pard–the corgi cross), we had to separate and divide. We knew that these three would like nothing more than to have their mark left in the cement for future generations. The dogs got to hang out down by the horse barn. They didn’t enjoy it. The Wild Child, however, got to spend the morning riding her trusty steed– Speed. She enjoyed it quite a bit more than the dogs. She did find out what happens when you trot bareback under a low branch though.
I missed the fun as I had my ride and the Big Guy’s ride over getting a