Ranch Diary: July 1 through August 10, 2016

[I didn’t take very many photos this past month, except at our granddaughter Heather’s wedding reception!!]

JULY 12, 2016 – Last week Andrea went to the hospital for an MRI on her neck and spine, which showed a serious bone spur in her neck and some narrowing—which may explain some of the nerve problems (numbness in her arms every morning) and pain. She goes to physical therapy twice a week, which helps, but may need to go to a spine specialist to figure out what can be done about the vertebra problems and bone spur.

Grandson Nick ran a cross-country race during Salmon River Days and came in second. He is now coaching the cross-country runners at the middle school and high school (as a volunteer) and has been hired as a track coach.

Lynn turned and baled hay on the field below the lane, until the baler broke down. Robbie was able to fix it a couple days later and we got that field baled and hauled. Then the next day we baled and hauled the field by Andrea’s house. We got done haying earlier this year than we have for several years, so we can now hopefully irrigate those fields and get some regrowth for fall pasture--before the creek drops too low and we run out of water.

Early Wednesday morning Robbie helped Andrea set several steel posts along the fence below our house where trees have fallen over it. They got that fixed before we had to move the cows back down to that pasture. Then he went to work (helping Michael and Nick build custom fences) and Andrea and I rode Sprout and Ed to gather up the 3 range bulls that were hanging on our outside fence, trying to get in. They were obnoxious and didn’t want to go, and one of them threatened my horse briefly. The older one kept trying to run down the mountain the wrong way and we had to outrun him down through the rocks and sagebrush. We had to take them a couple miles, but eventually got them to their proper pasture.

That evening we moved the cows and bull to the pasture below the lane, since the range bulls are gone now (and our bull won’t try to go through a couple fences to fight them and they won’t be trying to get into our place to fight him), and moved the heifers and yearling bull to my horse pasture.

We’ve been having hot weather, up into the 90’s during the day. At least it cools off at night and we can open the windows and cool off the house.

On Friday Sam and Dani rode with Andrea and me on a short ride over the low range, and I took some photos of the girls riding Breezy and Ed.

We discovered a dead cow of John Miller’s that must have died while their cattle were out there in late May. We called to tell them about it, and they were not aware that she had died. Her orphan calf would have been about 3 months old when he lost his mom, and probably got moved to the middle range in June.

I cooked dinner for Andrea and kids that evening, and granddaughter Heather stopped by after dinner with a dress for Sam to try on. Heather’s wedding is the 23^rd of July. Her best friend from college, Lexie, is supposed to be a bridesmaid, but she is in China teaching English, and having trouble getting her travel visa approved to come back to the U.S. for the wedding. If she isn’t able to make it, Sam will be a “standby” bridesmaid to fill in for Lexie.

On Saturday Nick ran in the extreme challenge 60 kilometer race along the continental divide (across the valley from our ranch, on the mountain range between Idaho and Montana). People from all over the world come here to run it. A man from France came in first, and Nick came in 9^th which he felt very good about. The trail was very rugged and treacherous in places, along the top of some dramatic cliffs.

We had a thunderstorm the next day, and were glad it didn’t happen the day of the race. Lightning knocked out Michael and Carolyn’s phone and they had no phone service for a couple days. Their dog Baxter got scared by the Thunder and went up to Rocky’s place. He tried to call them to ask if this was their dog, but their phone wasn’t working. Baxter is one of the two old cowdogs that hid in the old Explorer during a lightning storm a few years ago, and “drove” it down off the hill where it rolled a few times and ended upside down, smashed, on the county road with the dogs still in it.

Today our new watermaster and his boss checked all the ditches on our creek and Gary learned how to read all the different weirs.

JULY 20 – Andrea helped Lynn and me put a tarp on my haystack—the part that sticks out past the hay shed. We moved the cows to our upper swamp pasture. The heifers are running out of grass, but have to keep them in the horse pasture a few more days with the young bull, so we are feeding them a little alfalfa hay to stretch their pasture.

Michael, Carolyn and young Heather have been working on all the preparations for the wedding this coming weekend. Michael leveled a place for pouring a cement patio on the shady side of their house, and Carolyn and Heather have done a lot of landscaping. They created some lovely flower beds, and covered the hill by their house with rockwork. Lynn went up there on Saturday and sanded their deck railing (to smooth off any old wood splinters) and sanded the wood blocks for the table centerpieces for the reception dinner. Heather came up with unique centerpieces symbolizing their combining forces—with a horse on one side and a tractor on the other.

On Sunday Andrea and I rode Sprout and Dottie to check the 320 fences, to make sure no range cows are getting in, since those cows have eaten all the grass on the middle range side of our place and are pressing the fence. We discovered that Alfonso had already put a bunch of his cattle into the high range (a couple weeks early) and they’ve already eaten out Baker Creek just above the 320.

We realized that his bulls now have no buffering pasture between them and Michael’s cows (and the bull we loaned Michael). Andrea and I rode around the mountain above our 320 and found a group of cows and a big bull on that salt ground just above our place – if they came around the fence they would be next to Michael’s cows and bull. The bulls would likely fight and tear the fence down, with risk of injuring one or both.

Andrea called Carolyn from the ridge above the 320 where there’s cell service and luckily caught them in the house taking a break from their landscaping work. We asked if they wanted us to bring their cattle down before the bulls created a problem. They were glad we were up there to remedy this crisis, and they drove up the creek on a 4-wheeler to open gates. We brought their cattle down out of the 320 to their field, after taking a few minutes to prop up some fence the elk pushed over.

Heather stopped by our place later that day to pick up a dozen empty milk jugs to freeze water in – to have some ice for their coolers. She and Carolyn drove to Montana on Monday to meet Gregory on his way down from Canada, and they bought all the produce for the barbecue and the reception dinner (to bring home in the coolers and store in our extra refrigerator space).

Andrea and I made a quick ride on Shiloh and Dottie. It was the 1^st ride on Shiloh this year. We’ve just been too busy with everything else to get her back into working again. We still need to start working with Willow again, too, and continue her training.

The past few days we’ve been having water problems, with our neighbor Alfonso stealing water—not only taking more than his allotment out of the creek, but also using part of our water in the shared ditches. The creek is dropping, and water is getting shorter in supply. We’ve had a lot of hot weather – in the mid 90’s every afternoon, but cool nights (high 30’s to mid-40’s).

Yesterday morning Andrea was awakened at about 5 a.m. by her dogs barking frantically. She looked out the window and saw a big cougar right by her deck. She yelled at it and it and it went down through the field by our cows and calves. Later full daylight they looked at its tracks in the mud by the sprinklers and they were huge.

That afternoon our cows and calves were running around, bawling, but we didn’t find anything wrong. Then last night just before dark Cub Cake was bawling, trying to find her calf, so Andrea went to check, and found her calf across the creek, dull and weak and breathing fast. She could hardly get him to cross the creek. He was so weak and wobbly that he almost fell down going up the other bank.

I helped her sort that pair out of the herd and through the gate and brought them down to the corral and over to the barn. It was completely dark by then so we put them in the pen by the barn where we could plug in the light above the headcatch. We cornered him there and took his temperature. He had a fever of 105 degrees. We gave him antibiotics and an anti-inflammatory medication, and left him and his mom in the second day pen pens where there is grass and some shade/shelter. We figured that he might have pneumonia, from the stress of such hot days and cold nights. This morning he’s feeling better, drinking water and grazing a little, and has nursed his mom a little.

We had our vet, Dr. Cope, come out this afternoon to check the calf and to also check our yearling bull. We worried that he might not be fertile. He has bred every heifer, but the first 3 that he bred have cycled again. We decided to have him checked, and if he’s not fertile we will put the heifers in with the cows and the older bull. Cope took a semen sample to test, and said the yearling has live sperm but his sperm count isn’t great. His assessment was that the yearling should be able to settle a cow, so we’ll leave him with his group of heifers and hope that those “returns” were just a fluke.

While Cope was collecting a semen sample, the side of our squeeze chute broke. The chute is old (we bought it in 1979) and the bottom parts have become corroded from rust and manure. It was awkward trying to finish the collection with the whole side of the chute flopping loose (and the bull just caught by the head). We’ll have to fix it before we can use the chute again, and it’s probably a blessing it broke now, rather than in the middle of preg-checking our cows later this fall.

We had Cope look at our sick calf while he was here, and he was puzzled at how the calf could have been so sick last night and so perky and normal this morning. He suspected it might have been heat stress (from the hot day yesterday and maybe some additional stress with the cougar and the cattle running around and upset) with possibly a touch of early pneumonia that responded quickly to our treatment last night. At any rate, the calf is doing much better today.

This evening we had another challenging situation. Alfonso diverted ALL of our water out of the ditch by Andrea’s house and she didn’t realize it until she got home late this afternoon. Not only had we been shortchanged on our allotted water for irrigating that field, but the lack of water in the ditch nearly burned up her little pump that she was using to water her yard. She left a phone message for Alfonso, and we also called the watermaster, so he could explain again to Alfonso that he cannot legally use the water that comes through our ditch.

JULY 30 – We kept Cub Cake and her calf in the pens by the barn a few days just to make sure he was doing ok, and then put them back with the herd.

We’ve had more water problems. Alfonso is using much more than the allotted rights on the place he is leasing from Colstons, and Jack (at the mouth of the creek) was short for his right, so the watermaster adjusted everyone’s headgates and shut off the 4^th right (our upper place, which is Michael and Carolyn’s place). There would have been enough in the creek for everyone, however, if Alfonso hadn’t been using more than his share.

This past weekend was special, with the wedding of our oldest granddaughter to Gregory Eppich, a young grain farmer in Saskatchewan. Last Thursday Lynn took our barbeque and all our plastic chairs up to Michael’s place, and the guys hauled Andrea’s picnic table up there. Most of the Canadian guests had arrived (many of them were staying in motels and Gregory’s parents and Carolyn’s mom staying at their house). Carolyn’s brothers and their families camping there.

Friday morning Sam and Dani helped me clean house and then we moved our heifer group to the field above the house. That afternoon we all went up to the barbeque at Michael and Carolyn’s house. It was nice to meet Gregory’s family and we enjoyed visiting with his parents, sisters and relatives. We also got a peek at the wedding cake, made by Carolyn’s brother’s wife. The top of the cake as adorned with a wedding couple sitting on a little tractor.

Saturday we all went to the wedding at the little Catholic Church downtown, and afterward there were some family pictures taken outside the church—the bride and groom with their parents (Carolyn and Michael, and Barb and John Eppich).

And a photo of Gregory and Heather with her grandparents (Lynn and me, and Carolyn’s mom Irene)

Here are a couple more photos of the bride and groom right after the wedding, taken at a friend’s ranch:

Lynn and I came home to do chores after the wedding, then went back to town for the reception. The dinner was really nice (many friends pitched in to help make the dinner) and the slide show was a lot of fun. They’d put together a bunch of old pictures taken when Heather and Gregory were growing up—showing both of them at various stages of their lives through childhood—plus photos him on the farm in Canada and her riding horses here on the ranch. The final photos were some that Emily took earlier this summer when Gregory was here—neat photos of the two of them together in scenic settings here on the creek.

After the dinner, speeches and toasts, they cleared away the tables for a dance. The two little flower girls (Gregory’s nieces, who are cousins the same age) spread rose petals along the floor.

Before the dance, Gregory’s sister Theresa, and his good friend and neighbor Leon entertained everyone with a humorous song they had “rewritten” about marriage and John Deere tractors. Here are photos of the singing, and the listeners.

Then Heather and Gregory had their first dance, as man and wife, and they were a very handsome couple!

This was followed by several special relative dances, starting with the bride and her father, the groom and his mother, Heather and her new father-in-law, Gregory and Carolyn, etc. Michael gave a little speech before his dance with Heather, telling how everything had come full circle, starting when he carried her around when she was baby/toddler singing to her in the middle of the night to help her fall asleep, and now dancing with her at her wedding.

 

Michael told about Heather’s early love of horses, and how he used to sing her the Ian Tyson song "Adelita Rose," about all the pretty little horses. So that’s the song that they played for the father/daughter dance for this wedding, and it was very touching. Michael sang along softly with the Ian Tyson music, singing the lullaby he used to sing to his little daughter:

Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes

You know she is my sunshine wherever she goes

Lie-lie-lie lay-lay-lay

Lie-lie-lie lay-lay-lay

She is my sunshine wherever she goes.

Adelita Rose stay in your own little bed tonight

For the sake of your Momma and me.

We gotta get some sleep

Tomorrow's gonna come early.

We don't wanna hear any sound at all

Don't wanna hear little feet coming down the hall

Got to sleep, dream of all the pretty little horses.

The blacks and bays and the dapples and grays,

The red tail hawk on the summer days

The gravel road winding down to the river

And watch that pony or goodness knows

He's gonna step on your baby toes

Go to sleep, dream of those

Pretty little horses.

Then everyone danced—and it was delightful watching everyone enjoying themselves. The little flower girls were dancing with each other,

…and the bride dancing with her uncles, and all of us just savoring the joy of this occasion. Here’s a photo of Heather dancing with her uncle Brian, along with the flower girls dancing around them.

All the little kids were having a blast, dancing around with everyone else. One of Gregory’s nieces (Maria who is not quite 3 years old) stole the show, dancing around and around by herself through the whole time. I captured her happy face a few times in my camera as she went whizzing by.

The bride danced with nearly everyone, including the flower girls.

Andrea danced with her kids, and I was able to snap photos of her dancing with Charlie and with Samantha.

I got to dance with my grandsons, and my son, and we just all had a wonderful time. Here’s a photo Andrea snapped of me and Charlie.

I also had the honor of dancing with Gregory, my new grandson-in-law!

My brother Rocky was talked into dancing by Samantha.

Grandson Nick gave his 4-year-old cousin a good time out on the dance floor.

Near the end of it all, I caught a few candid shots, including Gregory and his new father-in-law Michael having some kind of discussion.

At one point Michael and Carolyn actually had a chance to dance with each other.

After the dance, Heather and Gregory cut their wedding cake, and everyone enjoyed a piece of that wonderful creation.

Sunday morning, Michael and Carolyn hosted a brunch for everyone at their place, with Michael cooking pancakes. It was a nice chance to visit again with the Canadians before they had to leave for home. Just as it all started, however, happy spirits were dampened by a phone call from Judy Skinner (good friend of Michael and Carolyn—ranchers across the valley from us) to say that Jim had been in a 4-wheeler accident, so Carolyn and Heather rushed over there to help Judy. Jim was life-flighted to a hospital in Missoula Montana. He was very lucky, we found out later, with no internal injuries. They did surgery on his shattered arm, but they said he would soon be back home again.

Later that day we visited with Leon and his wife and daughter (the farmers who neighbor with Gregory) who stayed 2 nights with Andrea. Then Gregory’s aunt Norma and uncle Neal came down to visit us, and then Gregory’s parents, Barb and John. It was nice to get to know them better.

That evening Lynn and I moved our cows to their next pasture--an easy job that mainly consists of calling them, opening the gate, and getting out of the way as they pour through it! Leon and family came down to our place again that evening to see the horses and Dani also wanted to show them her favorite heifers, so we walked out in the pasture above the house and the heifers all grouped around us to eat grass out of our hands.

Monday and Tuesday nearly all the Canadian guests were leaving to drive back to Saskatchewan. There was a brief thundershower Tuesday afternoon but not much rain. Lightning started a big fire the other side of town on Napoleon Ridge. That evening Heather and Gregory brought back our chairs and barbeque grill and visited a bit, then went over to see Jim Skinner, who had just got home from the hospital.

Gregory left for Canada the next morning and Heather will be leaving in a few days to finish up a few things. She won’t be coming home again for quite awhile; she has to stay at least 2 years without leaving Canada, to gain her citizenship.

Wednesday morning Andrea and I rode with the girls briefly. That evening Dani and her friend Sekowa started cross-country practice with their 6^th grade team, with Nick as their coach.

Thursday morning, the watermaster came out here adjusting water. Right after Gary left, Alfonso took water out of one of our ditches again, and raised the headgate on another ditch on the Gooch place to take more than his allotted share, so Gary had to come back and readjust it, and tell him AGAIN that he can’t take water out of our ditch.

We moved the cows down to back field across the creek. It has enough regrowth, after haying, that it might last them a couple weeks.

Friday Andrea and I rode 4 hours and checked 320 fence along the top (Alfonso and Millers moved the rest of their cows to the high range that morning) and we patched a couple places where the elk had broken the wires going over the fence.

This evening Andrea and Robbie helped Lynn take apart the broken chute and load up the two sides in Andrea’s pickup—and took them to Vern England to weld and fix. He’s the excellent welder who very creatively reconstructed our wrecked flatbed trailer several years ago when it and the tractor slid off an icy road and rolled down a hill.

AUGUST 10 – Last week we moved the heifers again, putting them on new pasture. It’s a juggling act, rotating them around, and the cows in their group, hoping to have enough irrigation water to keep the fields green and growing so there will be regrowth to come back and graze again as we rotate around.

Vern England got the broken pieces of our chute welded back together, and Lynn and Andrea went over to get them. A couple days later Robbie put them on the chute and it works again. It’s a good thing we got it fixed because we had to use it to treat one of our bulls with a second dose of antibiotics for foot rot. This is the big bull we loaned to Michael and Carolyn this year. They discovered he was lame so they put him into their upper corral and into their old chute. They treated him with a long-acting injectable antibiotic (oxytetracycline) and sulfa boluses, then hauled him down to our corral.

We rounded up our big bull the same day (it was time to take the bulls out of the cows, to make sure our calving season ends in early May next year) and we put him in the back corral with a cow and calf to keep him company so he wouldn’t try to jump out. We rounded up the heifers and took the yearling bull out of their group, to put with the lame bull to keep him company. We had planned to sell both of the older bulls; Michael was going to haul them to a sale this week. But now we’ll have to wait a month on the lame bull until he is fully recovered and no longer has any antibiotic residue in his body. He can live in the corral for awhile with the yearling bull.

It’s been a streak of bad luck lately. The reason Michael and Carolyn discovered that the bull was lame was because they were looking for a calf that disappeared. They didn’t find the calf, so Andrea and Carolyn went back again the next day and searched through the brush. They saw 3 coyotes in that field, and Carolyn has seen them several times in that area. Now we are thinking something happened to that calf and the coyotes ate him.

Michael is recovering from an accident with his 4-wheeler when it tipped over on a steep hill when he was hauling posts, on a fencing job. He wrenched his knee severely while attempting to get away from it so it wouldn’t crush him.

Robbie had a bit of bad luck when he was working on his pickup a few evenings ago, putting a newer engine in it. He was underneath it and the strap holding the engine broke, and it fell on his chest. It’s a good thing he (and Michael) are pretty tough! They are both sore, but fortunately neither one of them was seriously injured in their mishaps.

We are still having water problems. The creek was too low during several hot days to fill all the rights so the 3^rd and 4^th rights are now shut off and our 2^nd rights are cut in half. Two of our neighbors are irrigating at night, however, and turning their ditches back off in the morning, which makes the flow erratic and the water even shorter. One of them tried to make it look like we were stealing water, by turning on one of our ditches in the middle of the night. We are hoping that by next year everyone will be forced to have lockable headgates. We’ve been pushing for this for the past 3 years, but there are a couple users on the creek who DON’T want headgates locked, for obvious reasons. Lynn and Robbie welded some angle iron on one of our headgates, with holes in it for adjustments. We plan to put locks on all of our headgates, and at least that will keep other people from tampering with ours.

Dani is enjoying track practice, running several nights a week, and Charlie started drivers’ education class last week. He will be 15 year old this month, and is eager to get his driver’s license.

The kids came home Thursday night from a week at their dad’s place and they are happy to be home. They all had supper here, then the girls helped me lead Rubbie and Veggie back to their ditch bank pasture. I had them behind the barn for about a week, eating the grass so it would be all cleaned up (and not a fire hazard) for parking the haying equipment there. On Friday Lynn cleaned hay out of baler and swather and parked them behind the calving barn until next year.

Saturday we had thunderstorms that started several more forest fires. Between showers, Lynn located a water well for some people on the other side of town, and Andrea and Robbie helped me put the big bull through the chute and give him more antibiotic injections. He’s still a bit lame, but walking better—putting weight on that hind foot. We’re hoping he won’t need any more medication.

After the thunderstorm we had strong winds that blew branches off the elm tree by our house. On the other side of town, a burst of wind blew one rancher’s hay shed apart and blew it clear out of his barnyard and onto the highway. Fortunately no one was hurt.

Ranch Diary: July 12 through August 24, 2015

Still trying to catch up this blog after our busy summer!

JULY 24 – Lynn was weak and wobbly for a few days after he came back from the hospital in Missoula, so Michael drove the stack-wagon and put some of our hay into my hay shed. Last week Andrea, Dani and I rode to check the 320 fences and make sure no range cows have gotten in. Dani was wearing her new cowboy hat and I took a photo of her as we went up through the timber, and we also saw a young doe resting in the shade.

 The range cows are short on feed in that corner of the range next to our 320-acre pasture, and have been pressing our fence pretty hard, so we try to keep checking our fences.
That evening Andrea, Robbie and Dani hauled several pickup loads of loose hay off the field above the house—the windrows that were too big and damp to bale the evening that the baler broke. They put it in the “sick barn” shed and we can use it later for hay or as bedding for the calving barn. Here’s a photo of Dani riding on top of one of the loads of hay, coming in from the field.

Last Tuesday young Heather started working with Willow again (the 3-year-old Morgan filly that will eventually be Dani’s horse). She did a little ground work with her then got on and rode her briefly around in her pen. The next day she rode her around in the field above the house—the first time she’s ever been ridden outside her pen. Last year when she did some initial rides it was all in her big pen. Dani is eager to have Willow trained so that someday she can ride that filly. She likes to lead and brush her.

Later that day Andrea and Dani and Sammy rode with me and we gathered up 7 range cows and 9 calves that have been hanging on our lower fence on the back side, trying to get into the field. These were cattle that got missed when our range neighbors moved their cattle to the next pasture. We took those cows several miles and put them into another range pasture where they would have more feed and water. Sam and Dani did a great job on Breezy and Ed helping move those cattle.

 On Thursday young Heather took Willow on a longer ride, out onto the low range, and I went along with her on Ed as a “baby sitter” horse. Willow did very well. She has been riding her nearly every day since, and I’ve been going along with her on Dottie. Willow is coming along nicely in training. Here’s are photos of Willow on her third and fifth rides.

 So far she hasn’t needed shoes; she has very tough, hard feet. I simply smooth the edges with a rasp after every ride (partly for foot handling training and partly to keep them from chipping and splitting as she travels through all the rocks on our rides).

Last Thursday Robbie helped Andrea irrigate (she’s doing it all now, since it’s hard for Lynn to do it). Then they baled the hay on Heifer Hill, and Lynn stacked it that evening. On Sunday Lynn cut our last field, and we were able to get it baled on Tuesday. Lynn stacked it that evening, so now we are done haying! We put tarps on the portion that sticks out from under my hay shed, and plan to tarp the other hay (for the cows) in our stackyard across the creek. Here’s a photo of my winter hay supply, tucked in my hay shed, with tarps over the portion sticking out.

 We’ve had more water problems, with Alfonzo taking more than his share from our shared ditches, and we also discovered that he’s been using two illegal ditches (with no headgates) on the place below us, and the ranch below that (with the 1st water right) was short of water. The water master called the Idaho Department of Water Resources for advice on how to deal with these problems.

Yesterday evening the kids got back home from their week with Mark and were very glad to be home. We all had supper here and then Sam and Dani helped me lead Rubbie and Veggie to a new pasture to graze.

I’ve been letting those old horses graze various pens and areas around the barnyard to “mow” the grass. They are so honest about fences that we can put up baling twine “fake” electric fences to partition off certain areas for them to graze.

This morning Heather and I made a short ride on Willow and Dottie (Willow’s 9th ride out in the hills).

Then Andrea and the girls came down to our place and we made a fast ride up to the 320 and back to check fences and make sure no cattle had gotten into that pasture. Sam and Dani enjoyed the chance to ride Breezy and Ed again, and especially enjoyed trotting nearly all the way home down the ridges.

 Emily took her final test and passed it, and now has her GED, finishing school a year ahead of her classmates. We’re proud of her for having a full-time job this year and going ahead with her schooling to finish her high school education.

AUGUST 14 – Two and a half weeks ago we actually had a good rain—rather than a quick lightning storm. It rained off and on all day, and we got about an inch of moisture to help our irrigation and dry spots in our fields and pastures. Between showers Andrea and Dani helped us move the cows to a new pasture but it started raining again as we finished, and we all got drenched.

One cow was quite lame, possible straining a hip while walking through a deep bog in the pasture they came out of. We held her and her calf back when we went through the corrals, and put her in the back pen where she won’t have to walk very much. We gave her an injection of dexamethasone to decrease the inflammation and pain and she started walking better. A few days ago we put her back out with the herd.

Dani rode with Andrea and me on a long ride to check fences and gates, and make sure the range cows hadn’t gotten in. They’ve eaten all the grass in lower Baker Creek and next to our fence. Since most of the troughs on the middle range didn’t get repaired this year (Alfonzo and the Amish family didn’t maintain them like we used to do when we ran cattle out there), the cattle congregated in the few area with water, and overgrazed those areas. I took a photo of the contrast showing the grass on our side of the fence, and the grass on the range where the cattle overused it.

 It was a cold day, threatening rain, so Andrea rode Sprout instead of young Willow, because that filly has never been ridden in the rain. We all dressed warm and it was a good ride.

Two weeks ago Andrea and Carolyn went to Idaho Falls for Andrea’s doctor appointments; her pain doctor put multiple cortisone shots into her back and neck. Sam and Dani rode with me for nearly 5 hours. We checked the 320-acre pasture (no cows had gotten in yet) and we let the horses drink at the one trough that was actually working. Then we made a loop up through the high range and ate our lunch near the Basco trough, coming home through the middle range.

 The next day Heather and I made a loop through the low range on Willow and Dottie—Willow’s 12th ride out in the hills. Willow is doing nicely, crossing Baker creek (the little stream that’s almost dry this time of year), and going up and down the mountainsides. We also keep seeing lots of cottontail rabbits along the Baker Grove (a large patch of trees and brush along one portion of the creek. Here are photos of Willow crossing the little creek, and watching a rabbit hopping into the brush.   

 The next morning Heather left early to drive to Saskatchewan to visit her friend Gregory for 2 weeks and attend his youngest sister’s wedding. Andrea and I rode Sprout and Dottie for 4 hours and checked fences—and tied a bunch of sagebrush across the path down through the big rocks on the northwest side of the 320 where there’s no fence. We used to have a lot of brush piled in there to keep the range cattle from coming down through those big rocks, but it’s all been taken out. Eventually we’ll carry some poles up there to make a real barrier, but for now the sagebrush will create an obstacle.

The next day Andrea rode Willow for the first time and we made a big loop around the low range. She’s now ridden Willow 8 times (20 rides total for Willow during the past few weeks) and the filly is coming along very well.

 Andrea and Robbie set some steel posts and put up a hot wire along the lower end of the field by Andrea’s house—the portion we didn’t cut for hay—and we let the cows graze that for a few days. Then last Monday Michael and Carolyn got worried that their bull wasn’t breeding; several cows that should have settled earlier have come back into heat. So we loaned them our spare bull (that we’ve had in the corral) and they hauled their bull to the auction sale in Montana.

Lynn’ favorite cat likes to lounge around on the back porch waiting for him to come outside, and this morning she was napping on the new Bar-BQ that Lynn won as a door prize at the auto parts store. Maybe she was waiting for us to cook her dinner!

 The kids got back home from their dad’s house last Thursday and again were glad to be home. Sam hurt her ankle on the trampoline at her dad’s place the previous Friday night and it hurt so badly that she was sure she’d sprained or broken it, but Mark would not take her to the doctor to have it checked. His live-in girlfriend thought Sam was just being a wimp and wouldn’t let her wrap it—and told her to just grin and bear it and walk on it. It was still swollen and painful when they came home Thursday night. Sam had sent numerous text messages to Andrea telling about the painful ankle, but Andrea couldn’t do anything about it because Mark won’t let her have any contact with the kids when they are at his house. So Andrea made an appointment for Sam to see a doctor the morning after the kids got home.

Andrea and Robbie had to leave early that the morning to drive to Bozeman, Montana, to pick up a new trumpet for Sam that a college student was selling at a reasonable price, so Lynn took Sam to the doctor. The ankle was x-rayed and the doctor thought there was a hairline fracture in one of the growth plates, and said she should not have been walking on it at all—and was appalled that Mark had not brought Sam in to have it checked soon after the accident. She put the ankle in a brace and Sam is on crutches until another checkup. It continues to be swollen and painful.

 On Friday I rode with Michael and Carolyn to the 320 to check fences. Michael rode a young mare he got this spring. She has some problems and a bad history (and an unusual “ear tooth” that had to be removed so she could tolerate a bridle) and was given to Michael, but she also has a lot of potential to be a good horse. He was pleased at how she did after she finally settled down.

She handles nicely on the ground, but turns into a bomb about to explode when you get on her. She was apparently raced or barrel raced as a filly and thinks that she needs to go fast with a rider and won’t stand still. But after we rode to the top of the 320 in a very short time, she was tired enough to settle down and realize that she didn’t need to rush everywhere. She even stood still for Michael to get off, reset the saddle and tighten the cinch (with Carolyn on Gus, nearby) before coming back down the mountain. She did nicely on the way home.

 On Saturday, with all the hot weather we’ve had, the creek has dropped more and there isn’t enough to service all the water rights. The upper place had to be shut off, and then a few days later part of the 3rd right on the old Gooch place. With water this short we have to carefully monitor the flows and the water master is checking to make sure Alfonzo isn’t taking more than his allotted amount.

We moved the cows to a new pasture and took the bull out. He can live in the corral with a couple heifers to keep him company (so he won’t try to jump out) until Michael and Carolyn no longer need our other bull—and then both of those bulls can spend the rest of the fall and winter together in the corral.

Alfonzo and the Amish moved their cows to the high range, but neglected to fix some of the water troughs (just like they didn’t fix all the troughs on the middle range pasture) and their cows are short on water. Some will have to go over the mountain into Withington Creek to get water. We took photos of some non-working troughs, and some of the thirsty cows trying to drink from a couple of troughs where the springboxes are plugged up and the pipes are just trickling—with not enough water for the cattle.
   

 These past few days Michael and Nick built a new fence (net wire topped with a pole) to divide Rubbie and Veggie’s old pen. We will use one side for Rubbie and Veg and put our new horse in the other side. Shiloh is an Arab-Morgan mare that young Heather trained for her college professor in Helena 5 years ago, and kept her here one summer on the ranch getting her conditioned for an endurance ride. Now her professor is giving her to Heather, but she doesn’t have enough use for the mare and is giving Shiloh to us—so we’ll have a spare horse when all the kids want to ride.
    

My next book, Cow Tales—More True Stories from an Idaho Ranch, was recently published and can be ordered from the publisher or any book seller. I am also selling autographed copies ($25 per book plus $4 postage). If anyone wants an autographed copy of Cow Tales, or my book Horse Tales, they can contact me at 208-756-2841 or P.O. Box 215, Salmon, ID 83457, or by e-mail at hsmiththomas@centurytel.net.