OCTOBER 29 – Last Friday Andrea and I had planned to ride to the 320 and check the cows but the weather turned cold and very windy—not a good day to ride young Willow. It started raining by noon and was raining when Steve Herbst brought us another load of straw. He had to unload it in the rain and then had a little trouble getting the semi truck turned around and up our muddy driveway.
Michael was going to set posts on the upper place to rebuild the fence between his upper field and Yoder’s (Binning’s old place) that was mashed down by the neighbor’s horses but it started snowing hard and the post-driving got postponed until the next day.
Alfonso was shipping his calves that afternoon in the terrible wind, rain and snow. Afterward he came up to our place with the brand inspector to do an official inspection of the 2 bull calves we are buying from Alfonso. Now we can brand them with our brand.
The next day was not so windy, but still cold and snowy. Andrea and I rode Sprout and Dottie to the 320 to check the cows, and most of them were down at the bottom. Dottie and I took that group up the ridge and Andrea rode up Baker Creek. The overflow on our new trough was plugged with leaves and fir needles that had blown into the trough from the big storm, but Andrea was able to get it unplugged.
Sunday was stormy again. We talked to Michael and decided to postpone putting a new roof on the south side of our house, and do it next spring in warmer weather. We can probably patch the valley area where it’s been leaking, and get through the winter.
That morning I started feeding Buffalo Girl and the 9 weaned heifers a little bit of hay at chore time, to start gentling the heifers. Buffalo Girl is their role model and when she comes to the hay, they do, and are not as scared of a person out there feeding them.
Andrea and Robbie went up the creek that afternoon to get another trailer load of firewood; we don’t have enough yet to see us through winter. I cooked a big supper for them and for the kids coming home that evening from Mark’s place. Robbie and Andrea took that load of wood to Emily and ate supper here late after they got home.
We got an e-mail from granddaughter Heather in Canada telling us about their grain harvest and the horrible windstorm they had that damaged their roof and caved in and shredded the door of the big shop building, smashing it against the combine, destroying the combine window. The wind accentuated a big prairie fire that roared over the countryside burning up farms and homes (and several towns had to be evacuated) but they were safe from the fire. She sent a cute photo of 6 month old Joseph (Monkey) Michael reading a horse magazine.
Joseph reading |
Monday after school Charlie helped Lynn change the oil in our old jeep, and Dani shot a buck in the field by Andrea’s house. There was only one day left for hunting, and Andrea and Jim were hiking up Joe Moore Creek to try to find a buck, while Dani was shooting a nice whitetail buck right next to the house! She made a good shot, shooting it through the neck. Robbie got home from work (at Birds Tire Center) in time to help her field dress it, and Andrea helped her skin it when she got home.
Tuesday evening Sam and Charlie both sang in the Legacy Choir during the Salmon Idol performance and it was fun to hear them sing.
We’ve had several cold mornings, down to 22 degrees. Wednesday morning we moved the 8 pregnant heifers from the lower field (next to the range) and brought them up through the barnyard, then put them in the field above the weaned heifers. We have a little grass left up there and hope it will last awhile. Then Andrea and I rode to check on the cows – Willow’s 36th ride this year. All our cows were down at the lower trough so we moved them back up to the top. Nearly half of them were being lazy, lounging around at the bottom trough.
lazy cows
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Andrea and I gathered them up (more good experience for Willow) and moved the low ones back up to the top. We took them up the roadway that Michael created to put in the low trough, and then up Baker Creek. They need to finish grazing the top grass before it snows under.
Andrea & Willow starting the lazy cows back up
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herding the cows up the roadway from the new trough
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Friday Lynn went with Andrea to Idaho Falls for her pain doctor appointment. The MRI she had earlier this fall showed torn cartilage in her shoulder, and the doctor injected several cortisone shots into that shoulder in hopes it will help reduce the pain.
Yesterday was warm again, up to 50 degrees. Andrea cut up most of Dani’s deer to put in the freezer, and that afternoon Andrea, Jim and Robbie went up the creek for another load of firewood.
Today Andrea shut off some of our irrigation water. After lunch we rode to check the cows. This was Willow’s 37th ride. We’ve now ridden her as many times this year as she was ridden the first summer we started training her (2 years ago when she was a 3 year old), after skipping last year. She’s come along nicely. I took a photo as we were riding down the ridge.
going down the ridge; Willow's 37th ride |
NOVEMBER 7 – This past week was cold and stormy, down to 13 degrees one night. Andrea helped Jim saw up some of the firewood and she finished cutting up Dani’s deer and grinding the hamburger. A couple people ordered some of my books and Lynn mailed them for me.
I’ve been busy editing/updating my book Storey’s Guide to Raising Horses, since the publisher wants to do a 4th edition, and I have to have the updates done during this next month. I’ll have to cram the reading into odd moments here and there, to see what needs to be updated. I also received page proofs for the update on Storey’s Guide to Raising Beef Cattle, which I have to check over within 2 weeks. Lynn took a silly snapshot of me as I was spending a few minutes reading some of the Raising Horses book, so took a photo of him standing.
reading to update book
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Lynn in our cluttered dining room
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Andrea and I made a fast ride on Sprout and Dottie to chase the low cows back up so they could find the new protein tubs. I took some up the ridge and Andrea went up Baker Creek to move those cows up to the top. I got mine up to the tubs on the ridge by the fence corner and hurried down Baker Creek to meet up with her and help her with that stubborn group. Some of them had gone down through the timber into Baker Creek so I led her horse and followed the group on the main trail while she hiked up the creek bottom on foot to chase the ones that ditched out. When we got them all out to the ridge we took half the herd on around to the top two protein tubs. Then we hurried home so she could make it to town in time for her appointment with the eye doctor at 4 p.m.
We plugged in the tractor that night. Early Wednesday morning Lynn put more air in the front tires before Steve Herbst’s hired men brought 2 semi-loads of square bales (alfalfa). Lynn unloaded them, and a load of round bales on the upper place. Lynn drove our tractor up there to unload those, since Michael was busy building fence on a custom fencing job. We got the hay unloaded just as it started to rain.
While the hay was being unloaded, Andrea and I put Magnicate’s yearling heifer back where she belonged. She’d jumped over the fence to get in with the weaned heifers the day before. To get her sorted out, we brought the weaned heifers (and Buffalo Girl) into the calving pen and side pen, sorted off the yearling, and took her back up through the field to put with her group. Then, to make sure she didn’t jump in with the little heifers again, we took that group on up to heifer hill, where there are two fences between the two groups. The fence on heifer hill is new and there’s no way any heifers will get through it. The old fence above heifer hill is not so good, however, so Andrea and I spent an hour patching it, to make sure none of our heifers crawl through into the Gooch place (Alfonso’s rented pasture) or any neighboring stray cattle get in with ours. In the process of patching the fence and piling brush over the mashed-down fence in the creek bottom, Andrea found an old lariat that was partly buried in the mud by the creek. From the looks of it, it was there for a long time, probably since Randolph Colston had cattle on the Gooch place, before we started renting it in 1970. He probably tried to rope a critter that got away and ran off with the rope, and lost it there in the brush.
One of my magazine editors wants to put a blurb in the December issue about my book series (Horse Tales, Cow Tales, and Ranch Tales) and needed a photo of Ranch Tales, so I took a picture to send to her.
photo of book cover
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Thursday was stormy with more threat of snow. While it was still just drizzling little rain, we put tarps on the new haystack, to cover them before we get a lot more rain and snow. The next day we had rain and snow all day and were very glad we had the stacks covered. Andrea and Lynn shut off our irrigation ditches and dammed them off so we won’t get flooding during the winter and ice-buildups over the fields.
Saturday we had more new snow and a lot of fog. I took photos (from the bathroom window) of a whitetail doe and her fawn eating grass alongside the house.
whitetail doe
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whitetail fawn with an itch |
doe and fawn between the house and the horse pens
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It was Dani’s birthday so that evening we had a pot luck dinner at Andrea’s house and a birthday party. It got cold that night, down to 17 degrees when we got home.
On Sunday Robbie helped Lynn fix the worn-out brakes on the old feed truck. Andrea and I dressed warm and rode Sprout and Dottie to the 320 to see how the cows fared during the stormy days. Most of them were out on the north side of the 320 where the snow was less deep, and the grass is nearly all gone on that side. Only 10 cows were up at the protein tubs in the deep snow, and they’d eaten hardly any protein. It looked like they’d all come down during the storm (right after Michael and Nick took the tubs up there 5 days earlier) and probably only a few of them even knew the tubs were there.
With the deep snow and diminishing grass, we decided it was time to let them into the lower part of the 320 where the snow is not so deep. Andrea and I opened the ridge gate on our way home, and hurried home. She and Robbie went back up to the 320 in his little pickup. Even with chains on, they had trouble getting up the ridge. They managed to get up as far as the first 2 tubs but the hill was too steep and the snow too deep to get to the higher ones. They hiked up to those and rolled them down the hill around to the fence, and through the gate, but couldn’t get them any lower than that.
Rolling a protein tub down the hill
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Yesterday it snowed even more, which brought the cows down out of the high part of the 320 and into the lower section. Andrea and kids left at 4 a.m. to get to the school in time to go on the buses for their music trip with the Legacy Choir. Andrea was one of the parents that accompanied the kids. The roads were very bad (with all the new snow, and not plowed yet) until they got over the pass and headed down into lower country. The regional gathering was at one of the schools near Ashton, with choirs from many schools attending. They rehearsed all day and put on a concert that night, then came home on the buses, and got home after midnight.
Today was cold again and barely got up to freezing. Andrea and I rode Sprout and Dottie up the road to check on the cows, heading up the draw to the lower gate.
Andrea & Sprout riding up to the 320
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some of the mule deer at the lower corner
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mule deer does & fawns in 320
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pushing the low cows up to the protein tubs
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NOVEMBER 18 – Last Wednesday was milder weather, so we butchered Buffalo Girl. We wanted to get her taken care of before it got cold again, so the carcass wouldn’t freeze solid (making it harder to cut up the meat). We took her to the main corral and gave her a nice flake of hay to eat, so she’d be happy and unsuspicious, not moving around when Jim shot her. He did a perfect shot (in the center of the forehead between her eyes and ears) which was an instant stunning and she never felt a thing. This was the most humane end for Emily’s pet cow—not as stressful as selling her would have been (sending her to the auction). She was almost 14 years old and had a good life.
As a calf, Buffalo Girl was orphaned at 2 months of age when her mama suddenly died. We had to gentle her (she was a very scared, wild child!) and we fed her on a bottle for several months. Emily was 6 years old that spring and spent a fair amount of time here at Grandma and Grandpa’s house, so she helped feed Buffalo Girl. The two of them became closely bonded. She would go out to the backyard or pasture, wherever Buffalo Girl happened to be, and pet that calf. The young heifer was totally at ease with her young friend, totally trusting.
Em & Buffalo Girl as a calf
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Em & Buffalo Girl at age 2
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Em petting Buffalo Girl several years later
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The next day Lynn drove the tractor up to Andrea’s house so she and Jim could work on the carcass right there and take the front quarters into her kitchen to cut up. She and Jim worked on cutting meat all day—and the next day—and got it finished. The old cow was in good shape and fat, and made a lot of nice roasts, and 160 pounds of hamburger, to put in the freezer.
It snowed again, but not enough to be a problem for Lynn when he went to town to locate water for a lady who has property on the old ranch high above town. She wants to sell her place, and needed to find a location for a well. On his way home he got a load of pellets in our pickup, for our pellet stove. We only run that stove during the coldest nights during winter; the rest of the time the one stove in our kitchen heats the whole house. It’s an old wood stove (a Montag) that Lynn’s dad bought in 1946 and later gave to us after we were married. We put in our old log house during very cold weather in January 1968 (after unsuccessfully trying to keep warm with the money-gulping oil stove that was here when we moved in during January 1967).
Saturday was a nice day, up to 45 degrees, and the snow was settling. The new preacher lady at the Methodist church came out to meet us and had lunch here. We had a good visit with her. She is 77 years old, grew up in a rural area in Missouri, became a minister in mid-life after being a nurse and hospice caregiver, and spent the last 30 years serving churches in Montana and one in Wyoming. She retired 3 times, and 3 times came out of retirement (just like my father did) to pastor various churches that needed a preacher.
That afternoon Andrea and I made a fast ride to the 320 to check on our cows again, and were glad to see that a lot of the snow had melted on the lower end of that pasture and the cows were doing well—except they weren’t using those 2 upper protein tubs! So Andrea rolled them on down to the flat spot by the little water trough on the hillside, while I led her horse.
rolling the tubs down the hill farther
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taking the cows up to the top protein tubs
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heading for the protein tubs
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The next day we rode again. All of Michael and Carolyn’s cows were at the lower tubs and no cows at the top ones. Our cows had grazed out to the ridge toward Baker Creek. So we moved the low lazy cows to the upper tubs again; they’ve got to eat those, or they’ll eat up the lower ones and we’ll have protein left uneaten by the time we have to move the cows down to the road pasture by the fields.
We took the lazy low cows up to the upper tubs
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Andrea chopping ice
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scooping the ice out of the trough
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Monday was a nice day but we didn’t make it back up to the 320 to check the cows because Andrea and Lynn went with Jim to Missoula Montana. He had to fly early the next morning to New Jersey to help his sister for a month, doing carpentry work on her house. Andrea and Lynn brought his pickup back home so he wouldn’t have to leave it at the airport. They will drive back over to get him when he flies home next month.
On their way back from Missoula they left Buffalo Girl’s hide with a taxidermist to tan, as a gift for Emily, as a remembrance of her special cow. Andrea still cherishes the beautiful hide we tanned for her, many years ago, when we had to butcher her special pet—a crippled calf named Queenie [her unique story is one of the stories in my book Cow Tales].
While Jim is gone, Charlie has taken on the job of splitting wood and filling our wood box for us, every day after school.
On Tuesday it was very cold and snowed again, big heavy flakes that added up to several inches. But the temperature was fairly warm and it settled to just a couple inches by late afternoon. We’d hoped to ride to the 320 and check on the cows, but didn’t make it that day. I had too many phone interviews to do (for various articles for horse and cattle magazines).
We rode to the 320 on Wednesday even though it was cold that morning (18 degrees). I took a photo of Andrea opening the wire gate on the trail to the 320.
Andrea opening the gate to go up the trail to the 320
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riding up toward the 320
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I took another photo of Andrea opening the gate into the 320.
opening the gate into the 320
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We chased a few of the low cows back up to the lower tubs…
moving the cows up
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cows at the lower protein tubs that were nearly empty
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Andrea rolling tub
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All of our cows saw us doing that, and came to lick on those tubs.
our cows watching Andrea rolling the tub
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cow following the protein tub
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cows enjoying the protein
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Then we hurried home so she could go to town in time to pick up Sam at school and take her to a doctor appointment and also go to the parent-teacher conferences at the school.
Charlie had a flat tire on his pickup and had to fix it, and didn’t make it out here after school in time to split any wood before dark, but filled a wheelbarrow load of already split wood to put in our nearly empty wood box.
The next day was warm and windy and more of the show melted on the 320, so the cows could get to more of the grass. Charlie split wood for us after school. Yesterday he split more wood, and helped Andrea and me load a dozen little bales on the feed truck to bring from my hay shed and across the driveway to make a little stack by Shiloh and Sprout. Now I won’t have to keep bringing their hay from my shed in a wheelbarrow. Charlie also helped Andrea haul some more hay to the feeder in the bull corral.
This morning was cold, 17 degrees, but it got up to 38 degrees by mid-afternoon. Andrea and Sam came at noon; Sam cleaned house for me (I’m going to hire her a couple times a month to help clean house since I never have much time to do it—I am always doing phone interviews and typing articles). While she worked on that project Andrea and I rode to the 320 and checked the cows. The protein in the lower tubs is all gone and the cows are all having to eat on the two upper ones. We broke the ice again on the little water trough on the mountainside. The feed is nearly gone up there; it might last a few more days, but we’ll soon be bringing the cows down to the fields and road pasture.
*** In the next few weeks I hope to find time to write our annual Christmas letter. In the meantime, I am also hoping more people will become aware of my ranch series books (Horse Tales, Cow Tales and Ranch Tales) and order some as Christmas gifts!
They are $24.95 a piece (and I will autograph them), plus $3 postage. I’m giving a discount whenever anyone orders all 3 books – the 3 of them for $70, plus $7 postage. They can be ordered by mail (Heather Thomas, P.O. Box 215, Salmon, ID 83467) or by phone (208-756-2841) or by e-mail ( hsmiththomas@centurytel.net )
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