\A baby is God’s opinion that life should go on. Never will a time come when the most marvelous recent invention is as marvelous as a newborn baby. The finest of our precision watches, the most supercolossal of our supercargo planes don’t compare with a newborn baby in the number and ingenuity of coils and springs, in the flow and change of chemical solutions, in timing devices and interrelated parts that are irreplaceable.
Tag Archives: calf
New babies at Powder Flat
Coco and her filly–a half sister to Dirte’s new colt
Meanwhile, back at the Powder Flat ranch…new babies keep arriving. They gladden the heart!
heifers and calves at Powder Flat
Pat with the heifers and ewes
lambs snacking on alfalfa
Easter baby
Ben shaves the cow
Today, Easter Eve, Chad found a prolapsed very pregnant cow. We called the local vet, Ben Noland, who came up to help. After assessing the situation, he recommended a cesarean section in an attempt to save both calf and cow. Ben and his wife Hallie, also a vet, recently opened the Sage Veterinary Clinic near Baggs, and we are really happy to have them in the community. We have a happy ending, so far.
Ben scrubbing the incision site
the incision
Chad and the peanut gallery: Maura, Maeve and
Tiarnan
Ben and Chad draw out the calf.
Chad tickles the calf’s nose so she will breathe.
My coat goes to a good cause
Ben putting the innards back together
the stitches
Easter Eve after the birth
Springtime reflections
Bulls and Sandhilll cranes by Battle Creek
Blue Heron in flight
Heron at sunset
Cows in the Lemmons Place, Sheep Mountain
A new calf sporting a new eartag
Young bull in the willows
Old fence in the Big Meadow
Willow reflected
Spring Work
Sunset over Flattop and Squaw Mountain
It always feels like we dive down the rabbit hole on about April 15th, and don’t come out until after the Fourth of July. By mid-April, we were well into calving, and getting set to trail the ewes south from their Red Desert wintering grounds. Since they start lambing around May 8th, it is important for them to be sheared before then. We also need to fit in several brandings for the calves.
This year has been especially challenging because we are very short-handed. For an unknown and possibly unsolvable reason, the American Embassy in Lima, Peru, turned down two of the herders we were counting on for lambing, including our longest term employee, Oscar Payano.
We were a little late getting on the trail with the sheep because two major storms “blew out” the sheep, meaning that the wind blew so hard that the sheep just walked before the storm and scattered over many miles. Twice they mixed with a neighboring band of sheep. This all had to be sorted out before we could start the 90-mile trail to the lambing grounds. It did give us snow to trail on, since most of the reservoirs were dry. (Sheep can survive by eating snow in lieu of fresh water.)
We also had the adventure of working with a new sheep shearer. Our old shearing contractor, Rod, sold his business and retired to New Zealand with his wife, three-year-old daughter and newborn twin sons. The new shearer proved to be less than ideal during the 2012 shearing (conscientious, but slow). For this season, Meghan engaged a reputable shearer, but that crew also ran late due to the April storms.
In the meantime, we shanghaied our in-laws and recruited our friends and neighbors so that we could raise branding crews.
The excellent news is that we have been gifted with timely spring rains–not too cold, not too stormy. The grass is growing and life is good (except for the absence of Oscar).
McCoy, Peanut and Eamon
Maria. 17 ,months old, nursing
Maeve with Daisy’s colt
Dot and Salomon
horses on the feed line
Maeve, Tiarnan and Filo, with twin lambs
Raelyn with kissing lambs
Baldie cow with black calf
April: lion or lamb?
We have been praying for moisture, after yet another dry winter (this on the heels of two hard winters). We are getting intermittent rainy and snowy days, which usually we are grateful for. Last week, we got a snow storm which came with high winds which made it unfit for man and beast.
At Powder Wash, we lost several calves, lambs and ewes, in spite of sheds and shelter. On the Red Desert, the ewes “blew out”, which means that in sheep just walked in front of the howling winds. In these conditions, we tell the sheepherders just to stay in their camps. Since there are few fences, the sheep are usually miles away from where they started, but they are OK, and we have to find them and put the herd back together.
Still, the moisture brings promise of green grass.
Baldie cow with black calf
Squaw Mountain with fog at sunset
Red Desert wild horse shares the range with cattle
Ladder Ranch
