Rain Dance

We are expecting nasty weather for tonight and tomorrow. I have been chanting to the radar map at weather.com. I really want that wet stuff to some and make it too miserable to work outside so that I won't have to spend the day trenching and all that very fun stuff that comes with such an enjoyable task, like greasing joints, filling 5 gallon jugs with diesel, lugging that diesel from the pickup to the trencher, lifting those jugs to the fuel tank, emptying the jugs, changing the teeth on the trencher (oh, great joys). The best part of fueling the tencher is that just enough spills on me that it almost covers the smell of the grease ground into my skin. Are we having fun yet????



So, 60 mph winds, bring it on. Ice-cold rain, my pleasure. My house is not yet a home. There are stacks and piles that need me. Boxes still abound me. The great call of the domestic beckons me. How shall I serenade you, oh lovely bad weather. Just know that I truly desire you.

It was a little before 4am when....

That's right. My day started a bit before 4am, when Noah came and put his head close to mine and started retching. Groggy I was, of course, when I pleaded with him not to barf on the bed. I searched for something to slip in front of his mouth, but couldn't grab anything fast enough. Up came the usual slime and some less usual pieces of wood. Oh Noah, when you are tearing at a pile of tree stumps and branches to get to the rabbit underneath, it's really better not to swallow the wood that breaks away into your mouth. Really!

So I cleaned that up and headed for coffee.

Around 7am, Kyle showed up. He and I would be trenching today at the other place we have about 8 miles from here. However, before heading there, I needed to feed Little Guy, the calf. As you may recall from my previous post, Little Guy was my orphan calf that I was feeding milk to with a bucket. He had actually been putting on some weight and getting a bit more vigorous as well. I had him in a small corral that was part of a network of corrals that circle our big red barn. The new resident donkeys had access to several of the other corrals. I wanted the calf to have a little more move-around space, and since he seemed to want to make friends with the cat and then the dogs, I thought he might be able to buddy-up with the donkeys. And, for a short while, he did.

The jennies (female donkeys) never did show any interest in Little Guy. The jack showed only mild interest at first. However, after a couple of hours, the jack started to nose the calf around a bit. Within the course of about 15minutes, that jack came to realize that he could push that calf around pretty easily, and thus, dominate him. Once the jack knew that the games were on, and I could not get in there fast enough to stop the attack. First the jack bit the calf on the back, which made Little Guy bawl but not run. He was confused and did not immediately understand that he'd been intentionally assaulted. The second time the Jack's chops went into the calf, the calf wised up and started running. That's when I tried to get in there. I had a damn clumsy gate slow me down, and they were damn fast. They circled around the barn, and the last thing I heard was a loud, mournful bawl from the calf. When I got there, Little Guy had slipped out of the corral between some boards and was off to the hills where the rest of his herd was last time he saw them. That was just past sunset, and there was nothing I could do for him at that point but hope he could stay away from trouble until morning.

He did get to the herd unscathed. I started taking his milk to him there. I figured he would recognize the red bucket I had been using for his milk, which he did, and if I set it down and walked off a bit, he came right to it. So, I have been taking him his milk twice a day, now, for several days. The challenge is, however, that that pasture is about 600 acres of rolling hills and 3 dams, and has about 100 cows and their calves in it. It takes some time to finds him, and this morning, after an hour of looking, I didn't find him. I wasn't worried though. I was pretty sure he was just tucked away somewhere too out of sight for me to see. I figured I would catch up with him in the evening with some warm milk.

So, I went off to spend the rest of my day on a trenching machine going about 35ft per hour. We are putting in lines for additional watering stations for cattle. A trenching machine is a big, loud, and very slow moving machine that digs a 10 inch wide tench (dah). Our tench is 6 feet deep, cuz' that how deep our freeze line. In Virginia the freeze line is 18 inches. Such fond memories. Anyway, I was on that thing for about 5 hours today. The rest of the time was spent greasing the thing. On these big machines, one is supposed to inject grease into moving joint. It's a very greasy job.

I told Kyle that I came to work with cows and play with horses, not grease load machinery. He said that lots of people want to come be cowboys, but cowboy'in it is about 30 minutes of the day. The rest is everything but. I said, "But I'm the giiirrrl." He told me to put the grease gun down and load up onto the trencher. I'm not sure I like that man!

Here's me at the trencher and near sunset.

After shutting down for the day, I rushed home to deliver mile to Little Guy, assuming I could find him. It was near dark when I spotted him. He was hungry enough to shed some of his weariness, and came forward for that warm milk before I even had set the bucket down in the grass.

I then fed the horses, the donkeys, the dogs, and myself. It shower and bed time. Who cares about the chaos that still prevails in this cluttered house.

Got Milk?

He's definately put on some weight. Still doesn't trust me, though.

My 4 Brats

Looking out the back of the house at my undulants.

Elk Spaghetti

Found some ground elk meat in the freezer when I first arrived. It was a gift from Gordon, Gary's brother. I had been wanting to experiment with it, and when Paul showed up with some homegrown tomatoes a neighbor (that I have not yet met) sent over for me, I knew what I wanted to do. I made a spicy tomato sauce with lots of oregano and garlic, a few anchovies, and some cayenne pepper. I fried up the meat and threw it into the sauce (well, that's how my kitchen looked when I was done - like I threw the meat into the sauce). I ate that spaghetti for lunch and dinner yesterday, and am having it right now for a late breakfast. Very tasty, if I may say so myself. Unfortunately, I can't really taste the elk behind explosion of tomato and spices, but the texture is good. My guess is that it is a rather mild wild meat. I will have to do something a little simpler with the other roll still in the freezer.

I got hugs from 4 horses this morning. I am a happy camper (that needs to go get some things done).

It's 5am, and outside it's dark, windy, a little cold, and my John Henry is out in the corrals. He just arrived from Virginia after a 4 day trip. He's a little spooked and rather hungry. I think I am more happy to see him than him me, but he certainly recognized me. He seems in decent shape after such a long ride, but I will know better when I see him in the daylight.


Have had a few additional four-legged creatures come to run, I mean, come into my life. The first was Little Guy, the orphaned calf. Paul convinced me that, although Little Guy could eat enough grass to stay alive for now, when the cold hit he wouldn't have enough meat on his bone to withstand our harsh winter. His only chance was to get some high-fat milk into him, as well as grass and, maybe, come grain.


So, Paul and I set about catching the calf. Kyle had tried several times on Friday, to no avail. The little bugger was just too fast. Herding calves is about like trying to herd cats; they tend to go the opposite direction from where you want them headed. You'll get them going a little ways, and then something clicks in their brains. They become willing to die trying to get back where they came from. In their minds, that's where they last saw their moms, so, that's where she will coming looking for them. This is even the case if you move the whole herd and the mom's led the way. Once the calves fall behind, as some tend to do, the moms have to stopped to allow the little ones to catch up. If you don't hold up the cows, the little ones will get all squirrely and insist on heading back to where they started from.


Anyway, Kyle could neither catch nor herd Little Guy on Friday, so on Saturday, Paul and I went after him. First we had to find him. The cows and their youngsters are spread over hill and dale, around several dams, and on both sides of several fences. When I spotted him, Paul did a sneak up and dive for the calf routine that was a play straight out of a baseball training manual. Really looked like he'd made a belly-slide for first base. Unfortunately, the calf flew out of there, and even worse, it wasn't the the right calf. I told Paul, as he stood up brushing the debris off his belly and knees, that I was just sure that had been him. But sure as I was, I was wrong. And we were off to find the right Little Guy.


We did find him, and Paul did catch him - by the tail from the 4-wheeler. Paul hung onto that tail as the calf pulled him over the back of the bike. He quickly scrambled to get on top of the calf. He tied his hind legs with twine and looped part of the twine over the calf's head. Little Guy was immobile. Paul got himself and the calf onto the back of the Mule, and I drove us back to the barn.


Now, we had to get some milk into our new bundle of joy. We tried the bottle for a while, then we put down the whiskey and decided to get the milk bottle ready.

I'll tell you all about that adventure a just a bit. Gotta run for now.

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