Little Boy Blue in Nebraska

or…the heifer’s in the corn stalks

A Little Boy Blue come blow your horn,
The sheep’s in the meadow the cow’s in the corn.
But where’s the boy who looks after the sheep?
He’s under a haystack fast asleep.
Will you wake him? No, not I – for if I do, he’s sure to cry

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Posted by on March 9, 2018 in Animals, Cattle, Poetry


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In Like a Lamb

Hampshire ewes with her twin lambs


For us, rain, sleet, snow or shine, March always comes in like a lamb. We raise our own rams, Hampshire and Rambouillet, and the ewes start lambing March 1st. After the winter wait, the long months of lambs growing in the womb, we get to see these babies. With them lies our future. Their future, likewise, depends upon us. It is a long time between lambs on the ground and rams, dusted with iron oxide, jumping out of the horsetrailer to join the ewes, starting the cycle anew.

In the shed

Ladies in waiting, protected by guardian dog puppies

ewes and puppies

Oscar helping a lamb find a mom with a skin graft

Edgar and Oscar conferring

plenty of feed on hand

Oscar with his lambing crew, Tiarnan and Seamus

Babies in a box,
waiting for milk replacer,
or a new mama

Luis feeding a baby lamb



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Snow and Sage


 Sagebrush humped under
albino buffalo robes–
Waiting out winter.

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Posted by on February 27, 2018 in Nature and Wildlife, Poetry


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Sandman, climbing


The stony sandman

Eternally strives to climb,

Rain or snow or shine.

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Posted by on February 25, 2018 in Nature and Wildlife, Poetry


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Winter lilacs



Lilac blooms will come

Lush, fragrant, heralding spring…

Now red with sunset.


Posted by on February 17, 2018 in Nature and Wildlife, Poetry


Cows on the Laramie Plains



Many of us may not think of Laramie as the ideal wintering grounds, but for our cows, it is…Laradise!


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Posted by on February 16, 2018 in Animals, Cattle


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What goes in must come out

The bucks have finished their winter work.


It’s a buck’s life. These boys only work six weeks a year, but it’s an important six weeks. Without them, we would have no baby lambs in the spring. Of course, it falls to the ewes to be pregnant for five months, and then to spend another five months or so raising lambs.

As for the bucks, they are ready for some rest. In a few weeks, they start looking for something to do, which usually involves trying to escape wherever we want them to be. They were glad to see the ewes on Cyclone Rim in mid-December, but now it’s time for them to leave the ewes and return to their bachelor ways. They go home the same way they left–one horsetrailer at a time.

Guillermo, Tiarnan, McCoy, Rhen and Seamus bringing the bucks up

up the chute

Oscar and Guillermo loading the trailer

Oscar and Guillermo and the loaded trailer

last buck jumping out

Home at last! Here are the bucks with fresh hay in the Mouse Pasture.



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