In like a banshee,
Be wary—the Ides of March
And out like a mist.
The past few days have seen several birthdays, so we had a communal birthday party. Here is the cake that Megan made for the occasion. Nikki decided to stay home with her new baby, but her husband John came and we celebrated a combined 142 years of living. We had some discussion of the arrangement of candles.
Today, Tiarnan and I took a walk through the snow. He’s another Aquarian with a Valentine birthday.
It was a good day.
We got our first snow at the Home Ranch, and dramatic clouds there and at Powder Flat.
My friend, Annie Hatch, world-renowned folklorist, was looking for a new home for her mule, Chester.
Serendipitously, Pat was looking for a riding mule, just like Chester. As an added bonus, Chester was a pack mule in his previous life.
After a Wyoming brand inspection, and a horse-trailer ride through the rain, Chester is at home on the Ladder Ranch.
For those who might wonder, “folklorist” is a real job–in Annie’s case, with the Wyoming Arts Council
This time of year, the bucks are like teenage boys, with two things on their minds–one of them is eating. Here the “boys” are more or less contained in the Mouse Pasture. The Mouse Pasture got its name because the fence was built by long-time (and late) Ladder Ranchhand Bob Holmes. My Dad said the fence was so tight, it “would hold a mouse.” They still seem to be able to crawl under the gate.
The weather is still trying to make up its mind. Is it Still Winter? Almost Spring? Spring? But Eamon’s mare Dirte made up her mind that it was time to deliver her colt. We still haven’t gotten close enough to determine whether it is a filly or a horse colt. The trees are trying to decide if it is safe to send out buds. In the meantime, the calves, lambs and colts are making their appearance. It must be spring!