I’m In Charge

Stubbornly persist, and you will find that the limits of your stubbornness go well beyond the stubbornness of your limits. ~Robert Brault

……or at least I tell myself I’m in charge.  The Bossman is off to find his next wonder bull or at least he hopes too.  He went north right after lunch and probably won’t be back until Wednesday or Thursday.  I have my to-do list and a map.  I think the next time the neighbour offers to take me up in his plane I’m going to see if he’ll do it in September when all the bales have been hauled and I’m going to take photos of every stack yard and label the each row of bales so when he wants me to get a certain kind of hay to feed he can just point instead of trying to give me verbal intructions.  What is it about the male species that they can’t just answer the dang question you asked instead of circling the thing down the drain.  I sat with my pencil and paper while he explained what to IF and what to do WHEN and how to do THIS and THAT when I just wanted to know WHERE the bales were and WHERE he wanted me to feed them.

I have my own list for the next couple of days too.  I baked a pie to take down to the cousins kid since she just moved into her own place…..she has the day off and I have the time and it’s partway to the library board meeting I’ve got on later this afternoon.  I have a big pot of soup simmering and I’ve been scanning old photos and digitizing them.  I was tagged to post a photo of ten equines in my life and the story that went along with them…..I might do it on here too since I’ve gone to all the trouble of digging out old pictures.  We started to keep a list of horses that we’ve bought, sold and traded over the years and there’s at least 200 on it and we quit doing it over 15 years ago.  I’m finding photo’s of horses that I can’t even remember.  I’m kind of happy I got this process started, maybe I’ll get them all backed up on my computer.  Some of them are horrible photos taken with one of those little instamatic cameras from the ’60,s.

Eleven months ago we had a guy ddrop in (literally) and take us up in his helicopter.  I took some photos of where we live and thought I’d share them today.  These were taken on March 12th and the snow had pretty much melted.  I imagine it would look similar here now.

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The Red Deer River where we winter the cows.
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The road (such as it is) is in this coulee that we use to get to the river flat.
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Home…our house is in the trees on the left side of the photo.
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The barn yard.
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A little different angle of the barn yard and feedlot.
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Our house is down in those trees…..all grown from cuttings.
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Looking to the southeast.

Sunday Stills~Post

Protect me from knowing what I don’t need to know. Protect me from even knowing that there are things to know that I don’t know. Protect me from knowing that I decided not to know about the things that I decided not to know about. Amen. ~Douglas Adams

Do you have a post in your fence….do you post the mail at the post office…..do you post when your ride a horse (the jury is out on that with one but I do….easier on the horse and easier on me)……do you have a post-dinner nap or post tramatic stress…….do you go postal after your spouse steps in your clean truck with muddy boots??  Show me some posts 😎

Here’s my favourite post on the place….an old cedar that was dug in by hand long before my time and is still as solid as a rock.Events - 0210.jpgAnother kind of post 😎IMG_0001.jpg

Sniffing Trails

When somebody tells you nothing is impossible, ask him to dribble a football. ~Author Unknown

Sometimes I just have to shake my head at men.  We went to the neighbours downriver from us yesterday afternoon.  They just had their 60th wedding anniversary and I’d taken a few hundred photo’s for them so I stuck them in (my idea of scrapbooking) a slide in album and delivered them, had coffee and came home from chores.  When we drove in the yard there were fresh tracks in the snow and old snoopy was like a hound..trying to figure out who had been here while we were gone.  He’d been to town yesterday and had new tires put on his feed truck and didn’t recognize his own tracks…..made me laugh!….and laugh!….and I’m still laughing over it.  He, on the other hand…..didn’t think it was so funny.

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Piles of Pups

With the exception of women, there is nothing on earth so agreeable or necessary to the comfort of man as the dog. ~Edward Jesse

I went and harassed on the pups again yesterday and got them up from their nap time.  They’ve changed a lot in a week and the personality’s of each one is becoming more pronounced. They’re a lively bunch with wagging tails and lots of yipping talk amongst themselves.

2016-02-03 at 04-03-04.jpgThis is the little tri coloured female…..I like her but right now she’s not my favourite.2016-02-03 at 04-03-57.jpgTHIS is my favourite, she’s the smallest but she’s got lots of go.2016-02-03 at 04-04-34.JPGThis is the one I think Shirley would like right now….she’s cuddley and not as active as the rest of them but maybe she had her big playtime in the morning.2016-02-03 at 04-06-11.JPGShe was the first one to settle down after the party too.2016-02-03 at 04-07-39.jpgThis is my second favorite…….a little more rambunctious than the first one.2016-02-03 at 04-05-11.JPGThen they crawled into a puppy pile and had another nap.  The one in the right hand corner is quite a character…..he’s the one that Heather likes and she’s been calling him Bender.2016-02-03 at 04-18-39.JPGThey get their first shots next week and dewormed the next week.  They had their first non mom food today too and I noticed how much they’ve slimmed down and grown up since last Thursday.  They have them in a big eight foot square pen that is ten inches high and they can already climb out and tour around the shop.

I had coffee with Heather and we discussed everything from politics and whats going on in the community to dogs and horses.  Another one of my top four friends.  You’ll all be tired of the puppy posts but that’s what the highlight of my life is right now…..I’m almost looking forward to mud and calving season.

February Boredom

There’s no such thing as fun for the whole family. ~Jerry Seinfeld

We traded jobs this morning….the Bossman had to use the tractor down at the calves and he needed to get into the tire shop just after noon so we saved some time.  We’re rolling out a bale for the cows at the river and they do eat it but there’s lots of grazing left now that the snow is gone….lots of frost this morning because there was some fog last night.2016-02-03 at 10-01-51.jpgThe “road” (and I use the term loosely) on the way out of the river field still has some ice in the tracks yet.2016-02-03 at 10-58-54.jpgI got to feed the coming three year olds too while I was down there……they have lots of grass left too but straggled in to the slough I rolled hay out in single file.2016-02-02 at 22-40-12.jpg

I’m waiting on leather to case (dry out so I can stamp) and glue to dry and I’m not in the mood for picking photo’s out so I’m off to check the pups out again this afternoon.  I’ll visit the Bossman’s aunt and have coffee with her and she if she’s got a project on the go….I’d like to be like she is at 85. I need to get the mail (at least that’s my excuse) anyway.  It’s paper day and maybe there’ll be another sale catalog in it for the Bossman to study.

This and That

The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart. ~Elisabeth Foley

A neighbour called Sunday afternoon and said he was bringing a friend over for coffee.  His wife is off on a bit of a holiday so I figured they’d both be here for supper….it’s the way we roll in this neck of the woods….especially with the guys when they’re on their own.  Cooking just isn’t something these old ranchers like to do if they don’t have too.  I got to sit, be silent and listen to old stories again..some of them I hadn’t heard before.  Yesterday one of the Bossman’s sale catalogs came in the mail….I got to sit at the kitchen table and look up pedigrees while he shopped.  We need a bull to use on the purebred heifers…..it’s almost like living with a teen aged girl looking for a prom dress while he searches out the best of the best.  This morning I had a chance to get my hair done so raced through the chores and headed over to Kelly’s……then into town to have such with a friend.  I don’t have a lot of “girl” friends…..but the ones that I do are amazing women.  She trains dogs and has a new pup so I think I’ll be spending more time with her……we’re even hoping to do some dog trials together one day.

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A fly by of a snowy owl.  I took it from the drivers seat out of the dirty passenger window…..I think I’ll be taking my other lens if he’s going to hang around.

I’m working on a couple of leather projects and the president of the local roping club called and wants to use my rodeo photo’s for a calendar they are putting together for a fundraiser…..I get to do the whole thing any way I want and I have whatever help I need to boot.  I’m flattered.

Sunday Stills~Skeletal

The shed of leaves became a cascade of red and gold and after a time the trees stood skeletal against a sky of weathered tin. The land lay bled of its colors. The nights lengthened, went darker, brightened in their clustered stars. The chilled air smelled of woodsmoke, of distances and passing time. Frost glimmered on the morning fields. Crows called across the pewter afternoons. ~James Carlos Blake

This week word for Sunday Stills is Skeletal…

adjective

1 a skeletal man: emaciated, very thin, as thin as a rake, cadaverous, skin-and-bones, skinny, bony, gaunt, size-zero; informal anorexic, (looking) like a bag of bones. ANTONYMS fat.

2 a skeletal account: lacking in detail, incomplete, outline, fragmentary, sketchy; thumbnail. ANTONYMS detailed.

I think of the skeletal remains of summer….emaciated plants that were once decked out in the youth of spring are old and withered but still standing up for themselves.2013-01-22 at 11-28-24.jpg