From the FarmWife Project: The Yard Cow, Jean Meinzer

We have an official yard cow here at our ranch. She’s number 183–she doesn’t really have a name, but we refer to her by that ear tag number. She’s worn that number for several years and for those same years she has held the distinction of being our official yard cow.
     Number 183 usually waits until May to become the yard cow. She always calves early in the season and proceeds to be a great momma cow–that includes teaching her offspring EVERYTHING that calf does and does not need to know–like how to be a future yard cow (if it’s a heifer). This is one of those cows who sticks her nose in the caker and stops the range cubes from falling out because she needs to get her “cake” fix before the rest of the herd gets a bite. She also has to beat Numbers 55 and 57, respectively, to the caker.
     She doesn’t have to beat any other cow when it comes to being the yard cow. About May, when the weeds are beginning to come on strong and some of the green grass is poking through (remember, this is a story and today, it’s a fantasy story!), the yard cow likes to step across the cattle guard and wander on into the yard to see what’s growing. She teaches her calf how to gracefully step across the cattle guard as well. There is no jumping, there is no twinkle-toeing across, it’s just a long stretch and she’s on the other side. Her calf usually has to take a running leap, but is usually successful. If not, the calf can wait until the yard cow returns from her adventures in the yard.
     But since there is no green grass poking through the oceans of sand now pooled in the yard, Number 183 knows where the horse hay is. So she steps across the cattle guard and makes a beeline for the horse hay. She is quite uninhibited, this yard cow. She doesn’t mind leaving evidence that she’s been in the yard. She sees me coming out of the house or through the yard, and she immediately high-tails it out of the yard. She knows her limits, but she has to push the bounds.
     This morning, Number 183 decided to take a little closer look at domesticated living. There I sat in the dining room, having done the chores and I was relaxing with a cup of Dunkin’ Donuts coffee and preparing to do my Bible study when something outside the window catches my eye. I did a double-take and there, looking right back at me through the dining room window was Number 183. She was scoping out the dining room, either checking to see if I was home or to see if there might be some horse hay or something better in there. Or maybe she was just trying to figure out a way to escape the umpteenth consecutive day of tornadic-strength winds.
     There is a question here that needs answered for those of you who know me and know who, or what, else resides on this ranch. Where, you may ask, were our two fearless cow dogs–Tulo and Air Jordan? Stretched out in front of the dog house, totally unconcerned that Number 183 had invaded their space. And this is what I feed them expensive dog food for?
     I opened the back door of the house, step outside and whistle at Tulo (aka Patches). She hops up all excited, grabs her ball, and heads for the door. Number 183 pivots in the front yard and heads for the cattle guard. I slammed the door shut and left both of them to fend for themselves.


We’re off to see the Wizard

Some days the computer mocks me and I have nothing to say. This is particularly odd because I rarely run out of things to say.

I thought that I could write about Caden’s goats. One is named Horse. He likes songs from the Wizard of Oz. He likes some so much, in fact, that he sits on Caden’s lap while Caden serenades him. One is named Pig. Musicals do nothing for him so he just hides in the empty stock tank.

Donna Reed is royalty in Denison, Iowa.

I thought I could write about some of the people who run out of fuel at our house on a long stretch of highway. There’s more than you would think. Last night the gal who owns the cafe in Denison, Iowa, and her daughter coasted to a stop in our yard. I learned that Denison is the home of Donna Reed and I also learned just how dry and pathetic eastern Colorado looks in the eye of someone who hails from a humid area.

I could write about how much eastern Colorado needs rain and how much the mid South needs some dry weather. But you already knew that. My friend Janice Person has been writing from Memphis on her blog and I’ve been in awe.

I could also write about the end of the school year and the chaos that ensues as deadlines approach. I could tell you that next year I’ll be teaching in Karval, Colorado, one of the smallest communities in the state. The community has high expectations for me and that’s one of the cool things about small communities.

But for now, I need to prepare for high schoolers to flood into my classroom and the chaos that ensues. I’ll be humming Wizard of Oz songs while I work.

From the FarmWife Project: Four Generations, Emily Golding

On our family ranch in Wild Horse, CO four generations live and work and laugh and play together. 

I’m Emily, 28-years-old, and on the Ranch I fall into many categories: wife, mother, daughter, grand-daughter, marketing guru, cook, cattle-pusher and occasionally “the one in the way.”  My husband Justin, whom I like to call John Wayne, and our Little Lady, Tressie (1), were recently blessed with the opportunity to move back to my family’s ranch.  After leaving the ranches we grew up on for college at Colorado State University (Go Rams!), we landed in the big city of Colorado Springs.  Now I know what many of you may be saying, “Colorado Springs, that’s not really a BIGcity,” but to me and John Wayne, it was a huge metropolis compared to the ranching communities we both grew up in.  So, we feel truly blessed that the opportunity to return to the Ranch presented itself sooner than we had anticipated.  Now I should mention, while we are part of the day-to-day operations of the Ranch and we also operate our own small cow/calf operation, we do still go to full-time day jobs in Limon (55 miles one way from the Ranch).  These full-time day jobs just make things work (better) right now.

New to the FarmWife Project, Emily, John Wayne and the Little Lady.

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