A Poem
A dear friend shared this lovely poem, by Joy Harjo with me, a year ago today (with apologies to the poet for changing the name of the river to our home river). The gracious act of sharing poetry on my angel brother’s birthday, soothes my soul. When I feel the need for a lift or a moment of reflection, I scroll through a multitude of electronic messages until I reach the balm that is this poem. Thank you, Jeanie.
Eagle Poem – Joy Harjo
To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can’t see, can’t hear,
Can’t know except in moments
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren’t always sound but other
Circles of motion.
Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Tongue River. Circled in blue sky
In wind, swept our hearts clean
With sacred wings.
We see you, see ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost care
And kindness in all things.
Breathe in, knowing we are made of
All this, and breathe, knowing
We are truly blessed because we
Were born, and die soon within a
True circle of motion,
Like eagle rounding out the morning
Inside us.
We pray that it will be done
In beauty
In beauty.
Almost a Branding Post.
I’ve been stewing and brewing on a branding post, since branding season kicked off back in April. However, I’ve been unable to capture the pictures I feel are necessary to capture the essence of a Southern Idaho head-and-heel branding. All this, despite the fact the kids and I ditched school a few weeks ago to go branding. Unfortunately, the school year has caught up with my children and they were dragging hind end Friday morning. As a result, we arrived at the branding pen as the last calf was receiving his iron. I managed a few shots, before the excitement ended and the much-needed rain began. I hope you enjoy the photos, we certainly enjoyed the rain. While you are waiting with baited breath for a more substantial post, click on over to On Pasture and Faces of Agriculture for more of me. I am honored to be included on these pages, they are well worth your time. Thank you all.
Puss and Tub airing out.
This little guy, lucked out and didn’t get branded this day.
Counting ‘em out the gate.
Viral Anniversary
It is May, a month for celebrating Mothers, planting gardens, and branding calves. Not necessarily in that order.
Almost a year ago, I sat down at my computer and produced a list. A list of 25 truths, that form the foundation of my life philosophy. Twenty-five little statements, that I hope my children will grow into and embrace. I wrote them down for myself, as well as my children. I wrote them to remind myself, what I value. I wrote them to remind myself, how I was raised. I did not anticipate the response this list would receive from all of you. Ranchers, farmers, horse people, and city-folk alike responded to the list with overwhelming enthusiasm. Thank you.
25 Things I want my Ranch Kids to Know
The continued interest in this post and this blog, has swept me off my feet. It has opened doors to previously unattainable opportunities and brought new friends into my life. I don’t know what direction I will take. I do know that these three, my loves, will be accompanying me. As for the rest of you, thank you for your interest and support. May our paths cross someday.
If you put new tires on your pick-up. . .
If you put new tires on your pickup, you’ll want to take a road-trip.
You’ll load your friends and their belongings.
They’ll probably feel giddy, so they’ll want to take pictures. They’ll ask you to join them.
You’ll set your camera run run very fast. The pictures may be a bit blurry, so you’ll have to try again.
You’ll keep driving, they’ll see irresistible photo opportunities too special to pass by. So you’ll stop.
When you have taken more pictures, you will load the pickup again and drive some more. When you drive, they will get tired and ask you to stop.
You’ll pull into a local joint. Then they’ll want to take pictures. So you’ll get your camera. When they see the picture, they’ll ask you to take more.
You’ll get back in the vehicle and drive. You’ll reach the highway and you’ll probably drive too fast. You’ll have to turn around and they’ll pick up the contents of a tote that were scattered by the wind.
On the way, you’ll see a Basque restaurant. They’ll want to stop and eat lamb chops, so you’ll stop and eat too much.
Eating too much makes you tired, so you’ll want to find a bed. So you drive some more.
In the morning, you’ll wake up to hot coffee, good friends, and a beautiful high desert sunrise.
It feels so good, you’ll do it all over again.
Life is Like. . .
In the midst of Spring heifer calving, my husband headed to camp to gather cattle for several days. I assured him I could handle any difficulties that arose and sent him on his way. The weather was mild, thus I did not need to worry about frozen newborns. The grass was greening up, which helps reduce the need for late night checks. I was confidant it would be an uneventful week.
Life is like that. The moment you become complacent or over-confidant, something arises to shake you up. Monday morning, my kids and I had errands and appointments in town, so I only had time for a cursory check of the heifers. Upon returning that afternoon, I saddled my horse, filled my pockets with eartags, and headed out. Calves frolicked among the heavily pregnant heifers on the feed ground, their mothers registered discomfort with my proximity with a snort and a shake of the head. There were no freshly hatched calves to be tagged, but several heifers were in the early stages of labor and one troublesome Hereford heifer was in serious need of attention.
The boss and I had run her in several days earlier for a cursory obstetrics examination, despite her obvious discomfort we didn’t observe additional signs of labor. We unceremoniously turned her back out with her cohort. Upon gathering her this second time, I found very large calf in an a-typical presentation, obstructing a smaller than desired birth canal. There was little to be done for the calf. However, the heifer could be saved, so I called the vet. With his assistance the calf was delivered and the cow will recover.
It is easy after an experience like this, to begin questioning every decision you make. In the successive days, fifteen additional calves were born healthy, without assistance. I sat quietly on my horse and watched several of them make their entrance into the world. Each time, fighting the urge to herd their mother into the barn and act the midwife for each of them, should some unforeseen difficulty arise. Although, I know more often than not, that nature knows best.
Life is like calving heifers, both experiences are wrought with success and failure, pain and joy. If you do it right the positive outweighs the negative. If it does not, you learn to carefully, cultivate gratitude for that which is good. In the wake of the bombing in Boston, I find it essential to say thank you for all that is good within my life. Thank you, thank you, thank you. My thoughts are with those affected by this thoughtless tragedy.
Notes on Foraging
In case you’ve missed my earlier posts, it is Spring! Undoubtedly my favorite time of year. Though the wind is blowing and we’re facing scattered showers presently, we enjoyed a few gloriously warm (60F+) days last week. So my helpers and I, took a little jaunt around the horse pasture, to enjoy the heat and search for wily, wild asparagus.
I love the first warm days of Spring. As if a switch has been flipped, plants and animals shake off their drowsy Winter appearances. Green appears in surprising places and the air is filled bird song and horse hair. This day was no exception. It was a pleasant, but fruitless jaunt. I only located three stalks of Spring asparagus. The tender spears were so enticing, I gave in and ate my plunder before I made it back to my kitchen.
Spring tonic.
Inventory.
Spring Eagle
Red-Tailed Hawk
Sandhill Crane
Golden Eagle
Ring-Necked Pheasant
Canada Goose
Grebe
Coot
Robin
Sparrow
Northern Harrier
Mallard
Red-naped Sapsucker
Downy Woodpecker
Red-Shafted Flicker
Belted Kingfisher
Black-chinned Hummingbird
Broad-tailed Hummingbird
Whip-poor-Will
Nighthawk
Burrowing Owl
Barn Owl
Mourning Dove
California Quail
Greater-Sage Grouse
Ruffed Grouse
Flycatcher
Say’s Phoebe
Violet-Green Swallow
Tree Swallow
Magpie
Raven
Crow
Bushtit
Mountain Bluebird
Goldfinch
Western Tanager
Bald Eagle
Curlew
Killdeer
Meadowlark
Kestrel
Osprey
White Pelican
Rough Legged Hawk
Kingfisher
The birds begin steadily reappearing with the shifting seasons. Their names become a handwritten chain in my journal, used to measure the year. Every new sighting, tangible evidence why this lifestyle is satisfying to me.
