Squaw Mountain with mist
In like a banshee,
Be wary—the Ides of March
And out like a mist.
Battle Mountain with mist
Tag Archives: Squaw Mountain
Aquarians and heifers
January cake for Sharon, our neighbor Nikki, and Brian
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.
Tiarnan on a snowy day
Squaw Mountain with plowed snow
Tiarnan and the heifers
Clouds in fall
Lucky Butte and Squaw Mountain
We got our first snow at the Home Ranch, and dramatic clouds there and at Powder Flat.
Baker’s Peak from the Powder Flat Portal
Chester the mule
Chester eating an apple
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
Chester in his new home
Bucks in waiting
Bucks in fall
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 first colt of the season
Dirte and her new colt
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!
Waiting for the green
cows with their new calves in the Big Meadow
More Winter
Adolfo as St. Nick ( the snow was too deep to drive the cake to the waiting critters)
I feel like I’ve stepped into “Dr. Zhivago” with piles of deep snow everywhere. It’s more like an old-fashioned winter, and we are glad to have lots of hay in the stacks. Luckily the temperatures aren’t very cold (relatively speaking) and it just keeps snowing. I know this is making our friends in California very happy! Glad to help out, folks, but you could come help shovel the sidewalks!
Note the magpie who was riding the grub line.
Llamas on the feed line
waiting for feed in the Wyoming Field
Calves after snow
Cows and calves with Battle Mountain
Calf, posing
Sheep Mountain with a frost of snow
Lucky Butte over the Little Snake
Cowboy crew–Rhen, Eamon, Cody, Brittany, Brenden, Amy, McCoy, Megan, Amy
Ladder Ranch
