Month: October 2019

The pairs got their first bite of fall hay today during a blizzard that lasted about 15 minutes. In this protected bend of Corral Creek, the snow floated and danced for the camera. On the bench above, the wind drove the snow and it was a bitter cold white out.

The Head Honcho wants to keep the old girls full before we finish weaning and shipping this week and next. With all the pasture growth this bountiful year, they were full before the hay, but they were eager to get it. More important, the Head Honcho was happy knowing he’s provided for the ones that provide everything for us.

And when the Head Honcho is happy, we’re all happy!

We got home to a loaf of bread raised and ready for baking. So our afternoon snack (and my supper) was bread hot out of the oven, slathered with melting butter – a treat for us as the hay was for the cows! And our waistlines show that we needed it just as badly…

It’s pretty rare that rodeo schedules allow for both bull riders to be home to help on the ranch at the same time. It’s even more rare to find them helping horseback. The Head Honcho and I are old school and think horse before we think motors. Not so the rest of the crew, so it’s well worth while to get a photo on these occasions.

Riding with his grandsons makes the Head Honcho hopeful that they may carry on the ranching traditions that built and maintain this ranch.

The Head Honcho had a birthday and I got a new horse! Can it get any better than that??

The only problem is that he’s pretty impressed with her so far and talking of taking her away from me – the dirty rat. It would be nice if we could share her, but we found out early on in our relationship that one thing we can’t share is a horse.

Love only goes so far so I’m not seriously considering letting him have her, but I am getting his approval on what we’re going to call her. Her registered name isn’t user friendly, but so far he’s rejected everything I’ve come up with.

I have to be careful or he’ll change a few letters of her name and call her something insulting. The less he likes the name, the worse the insult will be. For example, if I call her Bandana he’d call her Banana or Hankie. No kidding! I have to consider every possible rhyme or corruption of the name.

More thinking is required, so for now she’s just The Filly…but she’s still mine!