Wind is defined as air moving across the surface of the planet at a speed fast enough to be noticed. Sunday was one of South Dakota’s infamous windy days. I heard it start whipping around the house at some odd hour of the early morning. One good thing about the wind is it helped dry out the ground so maybe we can move some hay.
Our main task this week is bringing pairs home from summer grass. J and I moved one bunch home yesterday morning. This morning we are helping Cousin T trail a group home. Wednesday The Rancher and I are combining two bunches of cattle so we can trail them home early next week. This time of year the cows are ready to come home. Once we get them gathered and out the pasture gate they almost trot themselves home.
Every once in a while I ride along with J when he goes for a drive. I like to ride along to get out of the house, take in the wide open spaces and I hope to snag a picture or two. J drives around to survey what is going on: he goes to see how much water is in the dams and creeks, to make sure the tanks are working properly and that the cattle have enough salt and mineral. He surveys the condition the grass, hay and crops are in, counts cattle to make sure they are all home, checks the fences and more.
“Going for a drive” is an important part of what a rancher does. J can tell you anything and everything about the ranch. Observing and knowing a ranch’s environment is one of the most important tools to managing this business.
Last Friday J and I made a trip to the Big City. We went to the new Wal-Mart and got there mid-morning. I am NOT a fan of Wally World. At least if we get there early enough the crowd is small and tolerable. I am happy to report I found 2 pair of snow pants! I plan on hanging on to my old snow pants and I don’t have the heart to dump my Old Blue Chore Coat yet. They will be reserved for fencing projects. Due to the fact that barbed wire is not my friend and I see a lot of fence fixing in the near future, I better keep the old duds around for a little longer.
“I often sit and watch the leaves change colour and fall from the tree.
To me, those leaves signify the constant change in our own lives and
all the beautiful colours signify our own emotions.
As the leaves, change and fall from the tree’s with such grace and gentleness, they’re reminding us to be gentle with ourselves as this chapter ends and the next journey begins in our lives.”
I saw this poem on a photography blog: Thoughts and Images Along the Way.
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