cows – As Far As The Eye Can See

Glimpses of the Season

Hi! Well, its calving season at the Bar MW and things are perking along.
Between the people and the cow action this is a very interesting place to be a 56 year old woman. I don’t quite know how to write about our days, where to put the focus, so here are a bunch of captioned pictures.

Calving started early, is about half done and has been marked by mostly decent weather and normal losses, so far. The odd thing about this season is that we are half way through and have had only one set of twins. We had so many last year. I haven’t heard any chatter or done research yet about what the difference might be caused by.

In the pictures that follow these big things come up: our girls were home for Easter, we have hired a young woman to help us til late summer and Russ had an injury.

This first picture is one Gina took as she and Jill headed to the ranch with Jill’s cat “Mayonnaise Head”. (There is a seriously good reason for the name.) Its such a fun picture of Jill. It is really handy to have Jill in Regina and able to do airport pickups.

We had our celebration breakfast after the girls got to the ranch. This was my view as I grabbed the last thing from the kitchen. This does a Mama’s heart good.

Russ and I with our kids home.

The next day I was up in time to catch glimpses of the crew before they headed out for the morning check. This first picture is Gina, who usually finds herself on a Toronto bus or subway first thing in the day.

I love this picture of Jill. She is so darn cute. She has become really good with crocheting and made this hat she is wearing.

And introducing…….Clare Olver. After having our friend Anja with us for the last two calving seasons we realized how valuable extra help is with the work of the season. Clare was with us last summer for three weeks as we dealt with summer work, that led to Russ knowing she would be a good match for the work he needed help with this spring. Clare is quite amazing, she has the flexibility, stamina and humor to live the days we live, she has quickly become accustomed to working from a horse every day and she has won over the hearts of all the friends we have introduced her to.

The morning crew as they headed out to check the heifers.

We have been blessed to have friends around on lots of different days as we have needed to move calved out pairs out of the calving pasture. On this particular day we had many helpers altogether.

I came out to the barn after lunch on Easter Sunday and grabbed a few pictures.

I was still in my church clothes, Gina was ready to cowboy. She had forgotten to take her spurs off as she hustled out the door to church in the morning after the early check. I am not sure my ancestors could have imagined one of their own showing up to Easter Sunday celebrations with spurs on, but the times they are a changing and I was very grateful to have her there.

Later in the day Gina came flying up the hill and I was able to catch the moment.

I have always said that watching Russ ride is like seeing poetry in motion. I am struggling to find the words to describe what I see when Morgan is on a horse. Its kind’ve like he was born there. In fact his birth was a straightforward hospital delivery with no horse in sight. He was in his Dad’s arms on a saddle, going top speed, chasing horses within 8 months of his birth. It shows and I see it in this picture.

We made a few memories at the table as we celebrated Easter. We are still talking about the whipped potatoes that Tammy brought to share. We haven’t had Christmas or Easter with Gina since 2021 so it was pretty great to be gathered altogether with our people.

The next morning we had another photo shoot with Liz Griffin. I am slowly making progress on our book about ranching but we need more pictures of calving season. We took the chance to do that while Gina and Jill were home and while lots of calves were being born. I was Liz’s driver through the pasture as we tracked what the cowboys were doing and kept close tabs on a cow that was calving. We got some pretty real images I think.

Liz did a sneak peek release of this picture on her facebook page. I love it!

After the photo shoot Liz joined us for coffee. We got to tell her how the winning knight crowned me “the queen of love and beauty” at the Medieval times show we attended in Toronto. I came home with this sash and crown, we have had fun sharing it with our visitors. Here Clare modeled it for Liz.

Around supper time, while moving pairs one of our grumpy cows charged and hit Russell’s horse and she hit it hard. This made Sundance buck and despite Russell’s best effort, staying on his horse so long and traveling such a distance that the grumpy cow was no longer a threat when Russ hit the ground, well, he hit the ground, and his glasses broke his fall, and broke, and cut him and the impact fractured his eye socket. Before the following picture was taken at 10:40 at night we had been to the Oxbow ER, Dr. Botha had stitched Russ up and ordered an immediate CT scan at Estevan to ensure there was no blain breed. He had also hooked us up with a specialist in Regina to assess vision issues. We had brought a farm truck to Oxbow, thinking we were only going for stitches, but when it became apparent we needed to go on, with my Bronco in the shop getting struts replaced, and not confident at all that the old farm truck would get us all the way to Regina I borrowed a vehicle from my friend Sandy in Oxbow. What a gift to have generous and supportive friends. We got the CT scan done and were in Regina by 1:30am.

Russell’s specialist appointment was at 11am so we took the chance to snoop around a few stores, we needed to buy Russ some clean clothes. Before Lammles opened we got sunglasses at Dollorama to perk up his look and went to check out the Lindt chocolate situation at London Drugs. To Russell’s delight the bunnies were on for less than half price, I picked out two, Russ guffawed, and took a whole flat. The hazelnut Lindt bunnies are his absolute favorite, he calls them “my guys”.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, our kids, Clare and Ron were the crew handling calving and the weather had turned snowy overnight. Here is Gina dressed for the conditions.

Here is how things looked in the pasture as Jill, Coffee dog, Maddie dog, Clare and Morgan headed out to check the heifers. Gina sent us this picture and made us proud but also slightly concerned. These are tough ranching days. We had offers of help from Laurie and David but the kids said they could handle it. Morgan said there were times it was “Lord of the Flies” but they got through it. They did a really good job, most everything was in order when Russ and I returned.

As Russ and I returned from Regina the girls were driving there, Gina had a plane to catch and Jill was due back at work. We met part way for supper and good bye hugs. The next day I took this picture as Russ modeled the crown for the queen of love and beauty and showed off his clean stitches.

There is a little story about why we recently started collecting bunnies. It led to a seasonal “bunny tree” in our hallway. When Russ got a minute he nestled all his treasured Lindt chocolate bunnies among the others. It is very cute.

This is my absolute favorite shelf.

The fact that Clare can smile when the weather is iffy, the days are long and she sees her boss get hurt is simply amazing. From this angle you would never know that Russ was not tip top.

I still find it pretty bizarre that this is my life. So I take selfies when I am doing things where I surprise myself. I have taken care of lots of calves, this should therefore not be surprising to me, but it is. I was getting a bottle into a calf.

The calf I was feeding was in the trailer which allowed me to see some of the crew at work that day. Cousin Jenn was part of the crew.

Friday we were back into Regina for a consult with a plastic surgeon eye guy regarding Russell’s eye socket. This got Russ a little excited. He thought since he was seeing a plastic surgeon maybe he could put in an order for a new and improved look. He kind’ve had his heart set on looking like Cary Grant. He asked me to cue up a picture of him to show to the surgeon. This is what I found.

Morgan thought it was more likely he would turn out like John Wayne when he was Rooster Cogburn.

Jill put in her two cents. She figured Russ was heading for the look of one of the old guys on the Muppets and sent in this picture.

As it turned out the surgeon is not sure if an operation is actually needed. Time for the swelling to go out will determine that. However, a perk of the trip in to see him was a trip to Costco. As we went in I headed for a cart and saw this guy pictured below. I read his shirt. I was just ahead of Russ and had time to think, “is there any chance that Russ won’t comment to this guy?” Like clockwork I heard Russ say, “hey I like your shirt.” Within 30 seconds he had gained permission to take this picture. I think I might be married to the most uninhibited man in Saskatchewan.

Cowboy David joined the crew on Saturday. They had a tricky job with some extra challenging conditions, including our dog Knightwing acting badly, but these four prevailed and got the job done.

Over the weekend Clare and Morgan made Russell an eye patch so that he could resemble that John Wayne character without having the surgery it required. Its pretty close.

This next picture looks harsh but restraining the animal allows safety for all. While Morgan secured the rope Russ and Clare pulled a calf. Everyone was fine in the end. This is our 2nd calf heifer Hoyt Axton. Clare is starting vet tech training in the fall, she did a clearing of the airways and some massage to get this calf established. Good to have her on hand!

Exactly one hour before I was standing in the pulpit on Sunday morning I was getting a bottle into a calf that wasn’t used to it, it was a bit of a struggle. Russell had phoned me, “if you can leave your sermon prep for a bit we have a really hungry calf in the shed.” Things were under control so I headed out but thinking I could get mucked up I waited to get dressed. Clare caught me but she then took over for me, which helped me alot.

You made it this far……if you have 13 seconds, here is a glimpse of a snowy calving crew.

Here is the end of this post. You made it THIS far…..here is a little craziness, what happens when the “kids” are left alone to calve the cows and come in to warm up? Is this what Morgan meant when he said it got “Lord of the Flies”?

Boil the kettle……

If you were coming over for a visit we would sit down with our mugs and tell each other a few of our stories. Here are a few stories arising from the pictures I have.

Since Christmas I have been obsessed with mugs more than I already was. I have realized what makes a mug perfect for me and I am on the hunt. This one is not perfect but close.

One day this week Ron was in the house briefly, after leaving he popped right back in and said, “there’s a house going down the road!!!” Morgan and Russ were near. We were all enthused. I rushed to the west door to get this picture. It stirred up the incredible excitement we felt when it was our house coming down the road and prompted a little reminiscing. I do not envy the homeowners the myriad details that now unfold before they can move in but its really special to remember how it was for us.

That same day Morgan and I were enroute to town when we saw our neighbor putting some miles on this young horse getting it ready for a big event. It struck me as such a beautiful sight. It made me think of older times. We got ahead of him then stopped and did a little video. Curt stopped when he caught up to us and we had a quick chat.

It was not my idea to apply my glasses to Coffee’s face. However, she does look fetching (pun intended.) Russ and I have had alot of conversations about my glasses this week.

We started a new St. Patrick’s tradition this year, we had pub night in our own house. It was alot of fun. I love an excuse to make nachos.

Morgan got his proof sheet back from his grad photos. I also found this picture of my Dad while working on a project. I am very fascinated by genetics. I find it comforting to see traits being passed down. I put these side by side to see what I could see. I think there is a similarity.

I came across this cowboy rabbit picture earlier this year. Its so cute. We have a room in our house named after a rabbit, thats a bit of a long story, but it meant this picture had to come home with me. Our travels have led us to find a couple others. While in Regina this week I found the crocheted dancing rabbit wearing Bar MW yellow. I brought it home. Her name is Laci.

Bingo’s death has been a hard pill to swallow but we are doing okay, mostly, some of us. Our house is alot quieter. I am not sure I realized what a big presence Bingo dog had. There is way less fighting now, really almost none and honestly thats nice. However I think we all believe her crazy passionate cowdog spirit was worth the noise. Anyways…..we have been comforted this week. A condolence card in the mail, a homemade key fob, and what I call “condolence cookies” have all come our way. People have been so kind with so many words of understanding and concern for us. It seems pet loss is something many of us really understand deeply.

Saturday morning Russell’s whole life plan got turned upside down when a calf was discovered in the calving herd. That first calf arrived about three weeks early. Everything about this was tricky except for the fact that the calf was strong and therefore it made it. When Russ and I went back to check on it a few hours after birth Russ thought he spotted it from a distance, then corrected himself, “that calf is a mineral tub.” A few seconds later, “that mineral tub is moving!”, we had in fact not found the calf we were looking for, we had found a second one. Here it is.

We kept looking for our cow “Pray” and her calf and we found them. Pray was agitated, as she had been when first discovered, there was not much we could do for that calf on the open prairie, its a great thing that it was strong. Why do calves come three weeks early you ask? Because of a rogue bull that must have slipped into our cow pasture for a little fun. We had no idea of this visitor and to expect early calves. We are hoping this doesn’t continue. Just how busy was that bull? It remains to be seen but there were no further calves born today.

Russ spent the rest of yesterday moving snow out of the calving yard so that it could be usable for the herd, hauling a load of bedding and a load of feed and cleaning off the dugout. As a result he missed an old friends’ funeral. As the day wound down a little help from our neighbor Ty allowed us to get the herd gathered up and moved across the road into the pasture around the calving yard. My job was to park sideways across the road and then be a presence in the ditch. I was so relieved when that first cow out the gate didn’t think the best plan was to challenge me and head west to home. She saw the open gate across the road and led the way. Thank you cow!

The job is completed.

I took this next picture for my sister who I was texting with when the guys came in for supper tonight. You might notice that Morgan has had a haircut since the last counter picture. Also, Russ looks relaxed and happy. I believe this is in part because he and Morgan had a pretty outrageously fun time working together today. I was part of it for a while. These two are really something. The bigger picture is that last week Russ got rammed into the end of a gate that our horse “Mickey” abruptly forced his way through. With his hood up and peripheral vision blocked Russ didn’t see it coming. He has been in terrible pain all week, with medicine giving little relief. He finally went to the doctor. Xrays revealed no obvious concerns, he had become convinced he had a broken rib, but apparently not. You would never guess there is anything amiss in this photo. Its the healing power of humor.

Once calving starts in earnest it can be a real whirlwind around here. I have some serious goals around being organized and ready for that. There is a fair bit to do. Hopefully we end up getting a few more weeks before its go time.

Moo

A couple of weeks ago our Ox was recruited to be on display at the Estevan Exhibition. That got Russell and I into high gear. He making a Facebook page for Moo our Ox, and me creating information posters that could be hung on his pen. I absolutely love this kind of stuff. This post shares the posters that I made. I made them thinking about the kids that might come to Moo’s pen and have little background in cattle. I did the story telling from Moo’s perspective. I had a sense of permission to be playful and really enjoyed recalling all that we have been through with Moo. Unfortunately many of our early pictures with Moo are on a computer that we can’t get to boot up. We had fun with what we had. So may I present ….the story of Moo Oxen Bayliss.

Moo did great at the exhibition. He was a gentleman. That was excellent given that he weighed 2390 pounds the week before he went to the fair. This past weekend Moo was taken on a trailride commemorating the route of the North West Mounted Police on their trek west. His life is getting a little more exciting than it used to be!

Moo’s station at the Estevan exhibition.

Sunday morning, after a very big storm the night before, all the posters are gone and it is almost time to go home. Russ wondered if he could recreate the 4H picture of Morgan settled against Moo. Nope. Once Russ got close to being on the ground, Moo was getting up.

Vitamin T

I woke up this morning to find Russ sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, watching TV. It was still dark. He brought me a coffee. I could read the signs. This guy was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. All he really said about it was, “its hard to sleep when the wind is howling.” I agree, I think it takes some strategies. One of mine is logic. I relaxed a bit when after our coffee I looked at my phone and realized that despite the horrific howling wind the wind chill was still above -50. I had thought it might be close to -60. I scanned my brain for all previous experiences where our cows suffer due to weather. I knew that they would be okay. They have lived this -46 before and when out of the wind its only -29 and that is totally in their skill set to live within. Logic.

A little later I told Russ, “I want to put up a blog today that just has something fun and encouraging in it, amid these conditions, but I can’t think of anything.” A little later a few things rumbled to the surface. A few things from yesterday that I am thankful for. There are lots of words that start with T that reflect things that are good for us and our relationships, like time, treats, touch, travel and teamwork, I have been known to call these Vitamin T. Today I am adding the word thankfulness to that.

I am thankful that yesterday morning when Morgan left for work and found that the truck he had plugged in wouldn’t start he had what seemed like a miracle happen. On his way back to the house he stopped at my Bronco and tried it. It started. It wasn’t plugged in and it was parked outside. He popped back in the house and asked for permission to take it. I said “yes, on one condition, you stop at Grandma Shirley’s and pick up the cake she made us.” ”I will on the way home,” Morgan replied. That was good to have clarified as it was only 7:15am or so. Morgan got to work and later returned with a carrot cake with cream cheese icing, Shirley had made it for Russ and I to celebrate our anniversary. Lots to be thankful for there.

Russ called in the late morning and asked if lunch would be thrown off if he and Ron just kept working til they were done chores and then came in for lunch, all done what they absolutely had to do. This meant a late lunch that coincided with Morgan’s return from work and time in the afternoon to relax together. Our TV is not in our living room. Its in our bedroom. We have a king sized bed, in the olden days with some strategy is was possible for all five of us and a couple pets to fit on it, it easily holds three three of us now watching TV, and still the pets too. I had quite a bit of energy yesterday and was not interested in TV time for the longest while, I am working on some organizing. When I did join the guys they were watching a DVD series called “Justified.” When the time is right to watch it together one of them will say to the other, “Let’s go to Kentucky.” Its their code, their bro language, and it refers to the place where the show is set. Anyways. Russ and Morg went to Kentucky and I later joined them. At that point I didn’t really want TV I just wanted to rest a bit with my guys. So, Russ got up and let me in, I lay in the middle of the bed, with Morg on one side, Russ on the other. I put my earbuds in, closed my eyes and started a podcast I had been wanting to try, it was a meditation for rest. It was a slightly hilarious scenario and I knew that as it was unfolding. As I was guided to take deep breaths and exhale strategically, which might seem a bit woo woo to some, the tight mood of “Justified” was in the background, Russell’s hand was occasionally straying under the cover of the blankets for a quick feel up and Morgan’s cuddle with Coffee Dog was not without some restlessness. This meant that as I was guided to relax I frequently had a part of a dog landing on me. It was my choice to be there and so I just took it all in stride. In truth, as I lay there, I knew, these are the best moments and I need to savor this. I did relax and eventually was recharged and left to make supper. I would be a fool not to be thankful for the warmth of those moments.

Part way through my supper efforts Jill called. I visited with her until supper was ready, then said, “Jill we either have to hang up or you need to come join us at supper.” She opted to join in, we made it a video call and set her at the table so that she could see us and we had a bit of a family dinner. She ate her dinner in Regina while we ate at the ranch. Then she kept us company while we did after supper clean up. Technology sure helps to keep us in close contact. I am thankful for that.

If you want to have a look at what action here looks like this on this snowy morning this 43 second video gives a glimpse. Russ was getting extra feed into the corral to accommodate cows looking for extra shelter. The corral is now quite full of cows that moved in from the shelter up north.

I hope that whatever your day holds you have time and opportunity for Vitamin T, whether its time together with pets or loved ones, treats, travel (maybe a youtube travel video?), touch, teamwork or thankfulness. Vitamin T is good for generating warmth.

Light-hearted Stuff

Thursday…..This morning Russ and I headed off super early. I was booked for an emergency ultrasound in Regina. It turns out I am fine. My bakers cyst is creating symptoms that resemble a blood clot. We had to rule a clot out. The test showed no clot.

As the sun peeked over the horizon and we headed west from the ranch the seat belt alarm persistently rang out. I looked over to see that Russ was not buckled in. Many rural people will relate to the slapdash approach to seltbelts that Russ has. A couple kilometers down the road, with the chime continuing to ring, I found myself saying, “were you waiting for a particular spot to apply your seatbelt?” What was really within me was, “put your damn seatbelt on already!” Russ got down to the business of that moment, it didn’t seem too hard on him. As he did, something got me wondering, what led me to the lighthearted approach for getting my need met versus the sweary one? It was pretty clear to me right away. 36 years ago I took driving lessons. Having failed high school drivers ed and dealing with much road anxiety, private lessons were my best option. One particular lesson found me sitting stopped at a green light, until my teacher said, “were you waiting for some particular shade of green?” I recall him lengthening out that word shhhade. After my lesson I told my Dad about that moment. He laughed and laughed. He would go on to use that phrase many times over the years, as it was or revised for another kind of situation. I think what he and I shared was quite a bit of gladness at the potential to get a point across without shaming and by using humor. Today as we headed west those moments of long ago made me smile again.

Russ usually has jobs for me to do on road rips, messages to return, things to look up, etc. This trip my job included getting the Pez candy dispensers filled up. I did Youtube research to get it done properly. It was kind’ve fun. Pez candy has become crucial to our way of ranching.

My ultrasound tech told me more than I expected her to. No clot detected. That meant I could quickly relieve any anxiety the kids might be feeling. Jill was with us but a message to Morg and Gina went out on the family chat. Morgan has a very good sense of humor. When I typed that I didn’t know what needed to happen next his response was “amputate?” Gina dove into the moment, responding to Morgan’s comment with a saw emoji. Mercy. I enjoyed that banter a great deal.

We invited Jill to hang out with us in Regina, she had the day off as luck would have it. We had decided to bring the old collies with us. They got very grouchy while we were in Toronto and we thought we were pushing our luck to leave them again. It warmed our hearts immensely to see Bingo and Maddie recognize Jill as soon as she came out of her apartment building. As she got closer they wagged their tails faster and faster, clunking me in the head. I think for them it must have felt like a miracle. Here was one of their people, appearing out of nowhere! It was a beautiful moment in the day.

While I was in the lengthy ultrasound (it was very thorough), Russ and Jill did a couple things and then waited for me in the parking lot. When I came out of the appointment I came right up beside the truck and they didn’t notice. I realized they were completely engrossed in a little photo shoot. Russ was taking pictures of Jill. I stood at the truck window, directly behind Jill, like a ghost, until someone noticed me. I found it hilarious. What I later learned is that Jill had helped Russ to sign up for the “BeReal” app and he was taking his first ever picture for posting on it. Russ saw me right off but he didn’t want to interrupt the picture. It was Jill who was shocked to see me in the picture when Russ showed it to her. They later shared this BeReal screenshot with me.

Before we left Regina my cousin David hosted us for coffee. He is more of a Barista than Jill and that is saying alot. He had just read my blog about our trip to Toronto so he said, “I’m the last stop on your trail of hugs” and Russell caught this moment. I love it!

It’s now Saturday morning. A fun thing has brought spark to our last 18 hours. Russ tells me that he usually gives the cows a pep talk as calving draws near, a reminder of what they need to know. Yesterday he decided to film it to share with friends he was thinking about. We stay in close touch with them about the day to day here on the ranch. When he got through the talk, in which he was not trying to be funny, he decided on a whim to share it on Facebook. It stunned him how warmly it was received. People have shared it and last I saw it had over 1300 views. Russ has received some nice compliments in comments left. Who doesn’t love a compliment?!?! The part that enthralls me is just how closely the cows seem to listen to him. If you are on our Facebook profiles you will perhaps have seen this. If not, I have included a link here. It gives you a little sense of what the ranch is gearing up for.

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=pfbid02PE8Rme44SV6CG4sonydjeEhbCGmJf8CEAmq6ZGdLHW8AALxzSkZBnKXWcuwR7HAxl&id=100007768293246&mibextid=Nif5oz

That’s it for now. I am hoping those cows listen to Russ and not too many calves need too much extra time in the house. In the meantime thanks for reading and have a great weekend!

The Last Round-up for 2022

Just in the nick of time all the cows are home. As I sit to start writing the words that go with the pictures I have received and assembled, the snow is flying, the wind is blowing, it is so wintery feeling. Down in the south east corner of the province we are the last to get hit with winters blow. We are thankful we had the time we did to get our fall work done up as much as possible. The biggest piece of that is getting our cows and their calves home from their fall and summer pastures.

Now that the cows are home we turn a definite corner. The work shifts towards ensuring the cows are fed and have access to water, and we start strategizing for the marketing part of our work. The season ahead holds more evening hours in the house, usually, we are definitely ready for that.

The last part of our cow chase work took place over this past Friday and Saturday. There are some nice pictures that tell the stories of the days.

Griffin shared this amazing sunrise picture from Friday with me. It was still and very cold as evidenced by the frost on the grass. We were bringing cows from “the Vanstone pasture”, east of Carnduff, to home pastures.

Griffin also shared this picture. Thats Teanna, Gina, Russ and Rhett. There was no school so it was a great day to invite the teens of our circle to help bring these cows home. Russ notes that he and Rhett had switched horses for a time, Rhett was trying out Russell’s saddle, which meant riding “Sundance”, who is notoriously grumpy and a challenge to ride. Not many would do what Rhett is doing in this picture.

Laurie couldn’t join the crew for the day but was available to help block the highway at the point where the herd crossed. He was able to catch this picture. What is it? In the very chilly morning temps Russ got craving a coffee. When it had warmed to about -6 he called ahead to Precision Ag, where we usually buy mineral, salt, fertilizer and pet food. Russ asked about customer perks and wondered if they could get five coffees to go. Sure enough, upon arrival, the place that is not a coffee shop had hot coffee in to go cups ready to pass out. Thats a happy memory.

Gina grabbed this picture from her perspective at the pasture gate. The first group of cows for the day was home and it was time to go home for lunch.

Emet got this picture of his dog and Coffee hanging out on a bale. Its cute!

After lunch the crew was off to bring another herd home. This time they headed to what we call “The Sheep Pasture”, I drove part of the crew and so was there when many things were getting done to be ready to go again. I grabbed this cute picture of Russ. That is the Viterra grain elevator in the background.

Dani flashed a great smile when she looked up from dealing with her horse.

Sharon took this picture of Russ ready to roll. Thats Coffee, Knightwing and Bingo in the picture with him.

Sharon grabbed this picture of Teanna and Dani.

Gina took the passenger seat and let Dani drive home from the pasture at the end of the chase. Maddie is healing from an injury and didn’t get to chase, but got to be part of this time with Dani.

Russ wasn’t sure how it would go to juggle two different moves in the same day. Both herds moved more quickly then he thought, the crew did great and both lunch and supper were served an hour before Russ had estimated. I’ll be honest, as the cook, I struggled with the changing details, it was good in the long haul, but I didn’t find the flexing too easy to do.

Tenley sent me this amazing picture of the scene at sunrise on Saturday. The crew had left the yard about 6:45am and they headed to “the Boyes pasture” in the Glen Ewen valley. In contrast to the day before the skies were brooding, but at this point the air was quite still and it was warmer.

Griffin caught a moment when Morgan was being unusual. I am not sure what he was doing. Maybe I can ask him before I post this.

Sharon shared this moment where her grand-daughter Emma is ready to roll for the day. Emma has been on lots of Bayliss cow chases but this was the first for this year.

Griffin caught a cool sunrise picture, it also allowed me to see Emet’s dog in the saddle with him.

Jen saw this moment, the sun still rising and beautiful, Morgan ready to roll.

Becca sent this glimpse of the getting ready process. The sky is still intriguing.

Jen does excellent selfies, the sun on her face and Russ in the background makes this an especially nice one. I am guessing this was the last time the sun was seen on this day.

Becca brought her brother to his first cow chase in a long, long time. He was a good sport through what was a tough day because of the weather.

Sharon’s grand-daughter Hannah was back on the trail.

This is Bill in the centre with his granddaughters on either side of him. Sharon took this picture.

As the cows made the final mile before crossing the highway Becca took this picture.

Dwayne sent me this close up picture of the process of getting across the highway. In the background you can see the Mounties stopping traffic and keeping everyone safe.

I think Becca took this picture once across the highway and looking back at what was behind her.

Russ invited the Mountie on duty to pose for him, he obliged. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could direct the cows with hand signals like this? The RCMP are made aware of our plans, if it works into the demands of their day we get their help, but obviously other things take on greater urgency at times.

It was decided that quick progress meant a late lunch at home versus lunch on the trail was quite do-able and preferable given how windy and miserable it felt. However, a break for the cows was needed, the riders took advantage of the chance to stretch their legs. Sharon got this picture of Gary.

Sharon also got this picture of Bill making some adjustments.

Sharon took this picture right around the break.

Teanna and Dani grabbed a quick lie down in the ditch moment. Sharon was on the job with her camera.

Sharon has always been one to document our adventures, Becca got this shot just after Sharon finished a picture.

Jen’s selfie records a fashion moment, she and Griff have matching sunglasses, thanks to Griff wrestling an old bent out of shape pair into service.

Jen grabbed this moment when a good friendship was easy to see.

Jen and Dani….the queen of selfies strikes again.

Becca shared lots of pictures, including this selfie which reveals a nice spread of the cows behind her.

Becca captured her brother Dylan guarding an approach.

Following the break things got hard. Rain began and never quit until the ride was over. Tenley told Gina she has never been so cold on a Bayliss cow chase, which is saying quite a lot. The rain soaked through and challenged everyone. I got lunch set up for everyone in the house and left just as the crew was drawing near. I came across these cowboys coming home after getting the cows into the pasture. I was on my way into town to sing at a funeral. By the time I returned home everyone had eaten and most had gone home to find warm showers. It was hard to miss out on the meal, the chatter, and the words that might celebrate that the cows are all home, however the deceased was a friend of ours and I wanted to be there representing our family. Listening to the stories that came from lunch I sense that everyone was in survival mode and the celebratory mood would need to wait for another time.

The final quarter mile of the 2022 season.

Liz Griffin took this picture in the first half mile of the 2022 season. This captures the fact that we started with fog and ended with rain. There was no snow this on the trail this year, high wind at times but not like other years, we had some great sunny days.

Its November 7th, a few hours ago I reduced the table back down so it seats just six. Jill and I did up the last of the dishes lingering from the weekend. We watched two movies last night. The cows are home. We had a safe and successful season of moving them. The best thing, we had time with people we love so much, we met new people, we experienced teamwork and the sense that others have our back. I have been encouraged through the readers and comments with the blog. With a little rest in our bodies, and the sound of the wind just whistling around our house, our sense of gratitude rises to the surface in a very big way. We heard that one of our cowgirls cries for a half hour every year when everything is over. Russell says, “we know how she feels.”

Day 4 – Cowchase Season – 2022

It is 5:08am on Monday. I forgot to turn my alarm off, so…..I am awake blogging now, Russ is watching Netflix. I am feeling a little stupid but it does give some moments to do this. I just asked Russ, “how would you describe yesterday?” He replied, “it was a good day….it was a great day.” There were challenges and mishaps, but overall we have much to be thankful for.

Jen sent this picture early on, the first glimpse I had of the work. Russ says they were just bringing the cows into McNeil’s yard for sorting. That is Griff, Morgan, a rider we aren’t sure of from behind and Jen’s dog Paisley.

More of the crew moving in to get the job done. This is all the pictures I have of the early work. Jen said her hands were too cold to take her gloves off during the actual sorting. It was busy and cold (-7).

Jen, Kenzie, Jordanna and Tenley in the McNeil yard.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I came into the house after getting buns from the garage freezer. Buster was sitting on my desk. That has never happened. Buster doesn’t usually get included on cowchase posts, this was his chance.

The frazzled cook has hair half up and half down.

One of the last lunch prep jobs was making the gravy to go with beef on a bun.

Jill has become the master packer of the van. This lineup meant many trips.

The scene inside our big chuckwagon. We figure it’s our sixth season rolling down the road in this creation David Powell gifted us with.

Jill and I came from the east and caught a glimpse of the herd coming up to Alameda. We were excited and drove past our lunch spot to see them. We were getting a glimpse of the action and seeing if we were needed on the highway. The herd had been slow moving and we got in a wee bit of heck at the end of this video, for looking like we were going to stop the herd at a crucial moment. 🥴🤦‍♀️

Jill took this picture. Peyton had to come back for seconds, our dog Knightwing had stolen part of her lunch. She was extremely cute telling us her story.

This looked like a fun moment to capture but I ended up getting involved and it didn’t go well. Gina ended her day in an aircast, one we own from a previous injury of hers. Gina was riding bareback because her horse had developed a cinch sore. Mounting up was tricky. Despite hurting her foot/ankle in the process she worked all afternoon, she didn’t want to miss out and it was clear to her that her Dad was relying on her. Indeed, Russ and Morg had to leave the herd for about an hour to try and rope a calf that left our herd and joined another in a pasture along the way. He returned to find Gina with a survey stick in her hand working the herd back and forth, back and forth. She was 100% focused on the cows. Long before lunch she had been nominated for cowgirl of the day, Jen witnessed Gina helping to sort the three herds from each other in a way that was admirable. After riding bareback most of the day and enduring pain all afternoon she definitely earned the nomination.

Jill took this picture of Russ at lunch.

Gina took this picture of Russ shortly after lunch as they headed over the dam.

Patrick took this picture. The dam is a mile and a quarter long and has a low guard wire. Russ reports this was the first year he can remember that no calves got over that cable.

Pat got this one too, his daughter Emory joined us on the trail, that’s her in the foreground.

Becca shared this picture from her vantage point, where she was guarding an approach. I don’t often see head on views of the herd and hardly ever on the dam.

Russ got this picture of the newest rider on the Bar MW trail, this is Jessie Henderson.

This picture of Russell’s features Dwayne who spent his birthday riding with us. I totally forgot about his special day at lunch.

Patrick and Emet, a picture of Russell’s. During lunch Russ was appreciating finding Emet at the right place at the right time, guarding the herd, without being asked.

At the front of our herd is our ox “Moo.” He leads the herd on many chases and Russ says after six years he knows all the routes. Russ says the old west trail bosses would have a steer who knew the way, they used them year after year. Moo is a calming influence and a good leader. He is fraternal twins with Jen’s horse Cinder.

Dwayne shared this very pretty picture of the herd on the move.

Tenley shared this momentous picture of the cows going into the pasture.

It wasn’t clear that we would have supper together but a couple delays along the trail meant the crew not getting back to the yard until right before supper. Jill and I learned this at 4pm and swung into gear. We served an easy meal and it was fun.

Maddie’s position at days end is something most of us involved could relate to I think.

Day 3 of Calving 2022

Two days ago I reported on the blog that we had our first calf of the season. That wee one is still our only calf. Russ went all day without seeing it yesterday but came home in the evening feeling easy. He said the Mama, our cow named “Even” (the Norwegian form of Evan, named after a friend of mine in my Up With People cast) had her calf stashed somewhere. “How do you know its not dead?” I asked. “I can tell by how she is acting, everything is fine.” This morning he came in while the kids were having breakfast and reported that he had seen Even’s calf and it was doing very well and is oh so cute, so small it can practically walk under its Mom’s stomach. I felt impressed with Russ’s accurate read of the situation yesterday.

This morning when Russ went to put the dogs out he found it had rained. A sound of jubilation came from the porch. In fact, it has turned into a rainy, at times snowy kind of day. I had hoped to sit at my desk this morning but when Russ cited the weather as a good reason to go to town for breakfast, I agreed. We got a couple of crucial errands done and had some very good visiting with a friend we ran into at the restaurant. We have travelled wide in the last month and never have found a breakfast better than the one we enjoy at the Flying M Diner. We checked the cows on the way home and found no new calves, though some pretty full looking girls were grazing. We sure love seeing our cows looking content, they have put in such a winter, I made sure to tell then how impressed I was with them when I saw them today.

Here are a few pictures of how things look on Day 3.

Coffee dog takes cows checking seriously.

Here is our cow named “Cowabunga” at a spot in the pasture that collects water at times. Russell calls it Lake Katherine. Today Russell told me this cow loves it when people shout her name out loud.🤣

The cows are just hanging out today. That’s Kathy with bedding in her mouth.

The Cowboy cottage in its official spot for calving season.

Yesterday it was moved from the yard to the pasture.

When we got back from town we got down to doing some inventory and getting a list ready for our order from the vet clinic. We were assessing what we need for tags, vaccines, vitamins, rings, and ralgro. Russ is struggling with his glasses prescription at this point so asked me to read the expiry date on a bottle of vaccine. It was June 2022. “That is this year right?” was Russell’s response when I informed him of the date. I looked at him funny. Trying to normalize his fuzziness about this a bit I said, “Covid makes time all wonky doesn’t it?” He said, “nah, I have never been good with dates. I still write 1988 on cheques sometimes!” Oh Russell……you keep us giggling. Russell would like to report in that on day 3 of calving he has just had a haircut, he is clean shaven and as rested as he will be for a while. There is sure to be some changes to this status as the season unfolds, but for now he headed out the door for afternoon work feeling pretty fine in clean laundry.

Today we are thankful for every drop of moisture we have received, for good coffee and for friendship.

Still Here

It has been a long time since I wrote anything on the blog. I have no way of explaining that except maybe I am a little more private than I thought I was.

Without a doubt life has been ticking along here at the ranch. Our crew and our cows have persevered through some devastatingly cold conditions. Having called them devastating conditions it seems important to affirm that in fact we had no losses from the cold, except that our cows had trouble keeping weight on. We believed that we were giving them good quality feed but still they were dropping pounds. We tested for worms. That wasn’t the problem. It was just the cold and as soon as the weather shifted upwards the cows started to bounce back. There is a significant amount of stress that goes with this. One of the worries is whether feed supplies will hold out. We budgeted our bale supply for a typical winter but this winter has required more food than average due to the cold. When its cold the cows eat more to keep their inner furnace producing heat.

We got into something new this week, in response to this worry about feed lasting through the winter. We got the chance to do a little alchemy. That is a word I connect to the Muppets. When the kids were little we had a VHS tape of the Muppets recreating classic fairytales. It was really memorable when Gonzo did his thing as Rumpelstiltskin and turned straw into gold to rescue Miss Piggy, for a fee. I really loved that VHS tape back when being Gina and Jill’s Mom gave me permission to be a kid again. Anyways, the alchemy we were a part of was turning straw bales into nourishing food. If you have not had time on a farm you might not know that straw is usually used for bedding and hay is used for food. Straw is the stalks that grain grows on and hay may be comprised of a variety of grasses. Straw has bulk and roughage but not much nutrition. However, we had the chance to have a man come with a fancy machine and inject a nutritious mixture into 100 straw bales. The mixture was mostly molasses and offers 14% protein content, making them edible and somewhat nourishing. We have started introducing these bales into our feed rotation. At this point they are not a favorite item on the menu but are getting eaten and allowing the feed to last just a little longer. Surprisingly this process was not that expensive, as farm expenses go. There are years when having feed for cows is like possessing gold, this year with our severe drought its one of them, so making straw viable as a food source is a little like the fairytale alchemy I remember.

Russ had the bales all set out ready for the injection. They lined the driveway north making quite a tidy road.

The injection paddle with nozzles to deliver the solution.

Some of the molasses mix spilled on the snow. Russ tried it. He decided it was kindv’e salty and he was glad he didn’t have to live on it. It definitely wasn’t the maple syrup on snow we know about.

Another way we have extended our feed supply is by purchasing grain pellets for the cows. We were able to find a source for these, which was not straightforward. The place that was reccomended to us flat out refused to talk to us because we are not already customers. We did get lined up with a good option though and the price was better than we thought it might be. A load cost us $12,500 and Monday a 2nd load is being delivered. Those kinds of figures amaze me. How does a ranch sustain these kinds of extra costs? Well……part of it is strategic decision making. Like this……..We usually buy oats for our calves and get them ready for market by supplementing their feed this way. This year the price per bushel of oats has about tripled. We made a strategic decision not to feed them oats, to do some leftover grain and some barley for supplemental feed and see how they would fare on that with hay. They were not as bulked up as usual but did okay. The term that goes with this is that it didn’t “pencil out” to feed them 9$/bushel oats. So perhaps we saved a bit there. The true saving grace when having extra feed expenses is that our provincial government offered ranchers drought relief. There is lots of talk about how terrible government is. I don’t negate anyone’s position, there is a reason for everything everyone says. However our experience is that in this terribly scary and hard time of maintaining a herd of cows we have felt seen by our government. Our work creating food feels valued and our need to have sustainability affirmed. There is support that will make it possible to carry on. We are incredibly grateful.

Russ took this picture of that first load of grain pellets being delivered.

We use a trip feeder to dispense the pellets. Small piles get dropped, Russ makes a big loop with the truck and trip feeder and everyone gets access to a pile.

One other big part of this season of ranch life is snow. Wow we have had snow and our entire province seems to have been blanketed with it. It has meant so much extra work but it has also translated to hope. The extra work comes from managing the snow, moving it to create paths to get feed to animals and keep yards clear. Then moving it again when the wind rearranges it. We seem to have had lots of wind. The hope comes from the knowledge that this spring there should be some run-off, we begin to envision dugouts with some water in them. This is so major. We need the hope as much as we need the water.

Russ has created lots of piles like this as he has worked to keep the yard clear and fully usable.

Russ has a secret weapon. It is his snow bucket. After the tremendous snow of 16-17 he commissioned a welder to create this 10 foot wide bucket. It makes him more efficient.

Nothing exciting here but gives a feel for the snow and dog action of Russell’s days.

Bingo oversees movement through the snow road that she and Russ created to get feed to the main herd. I say it like this because Russ rarely spends time in the skidsteer without Bingo, she insists on it, she witnessed most every bucket of this snow being moved.

A good old fashioned shovel is still our best option when getting close to the house. This day Jill was the boss of it.

The deep snow and deep cold have made life hard on the nature that surrounds us. We have found ourselves hosting some species that are having a hard time getting by. Prairie Chickens, partridges and pheasants are birds that have been taking food and shelter with us. Deer are everywhere. The picture below is typical lately, I counted 35 deer in this picture, Russ says there are 160 within a mile of home, all grazing where any food source remains accessible. The coyotes have been bedding down with the cows, using their bedding and eating their manure as a food source. It seems there are many species including our own that are doing their best to survive in trying times.

When the air is deadly cold, the worries real and big and we are surrounded by snow and tricky roads what sustains us? What sustains you?

I answer my question with the word love. I think about it, in one way or another, all the time. My experiences with it help me live these days. Here are some pictures.

Some of my extended family recently visited. The result was playtime. I am thankful for that.

Our dogs are basically like having more kids and we love them almost as much.

In late January the market was better than we thought it would be and we got to market our heifer calves. I was super thankful for that. Those are our girls in the auction pen.

Gina is busy and challenged and getting to indulge her interest in stage combat this term. She is currently getting through a week with Covid. I am proud of her resilience, she has stayed up amid total isolation and feeling tough. Our chats with her keep our world bigger than the ranch and we love hearing what is perking in her days. She is really growing.

Family team means many things…..like giving dogs that roll in stinky stuff on melty days a bath, all hands on deck!

Friendship is helping us get through the hard stuff. Miles was over to help with the heifers. We had just made hats to celebrate our ranches working closely together for five years. Our hats have both ranch brands on them.

Morgan keeps the joy bubbling in this house when times are hard. He is really enjoying being on the basketball team at school. That’s him with arms raised.

Appointments in Regina and Estevan this week meant visits with family that warmed my whole heart and a trip to Costco. Russ is very proud of my ability to load a Costco cart so well that the staff have to get us an extra one to get us past the checkout. It happened again this week. The good news….Bingo has a new bed, and as we speak there are chocolate covered Almonds heading to Victoria for Gina.

A completely unnecessary picture, illustrates nothing, but I couldn’t leave it out. Oh Coffee dog…..you are beautiful.

That’s our check in. We are still here!

The Color Orange

Yesterday was a big day for many reasons. Our family observed Truth and Reconciliation Day in a way that was pretty special for us. It was also month end which meant farm business, music festival board business for me and a time to tally the stats for the Broken Bread Bakery. I have a series of captioned pictures to tell the tale.

Jill found this butterfly on the highway during the walk we took part in yesterday. It seems a good way to start this blog off. To me butterflies can symbolize transformation and they are so beautiful.

The last report from the Broken Bread Bakery was at the end of July since then I have pretty much met my goal of baking and sharing one batch of buns per week, on average.

This was a terrific day of baking, two batches in one afternoon happened when my neighbor Sheila came over. Baking bees like this will continue until I have seen to the baking of one bun for every child who died at residential school, some treated as entirely forgettable. This is a long term project. In August and September I was able to bake and share 362 buns. I had a couple of huge orders, 12 dozen for a trailride and six dozen to one individual. The flurry of baking for those allowed some weeks off from baking at other times.

The joy of working together at the counter was literally enriched by the generosity of folks who received the buns. The donations given for the healing fund in July and August totaled $375. This figure is lower than it might be because I donated 4.5 dozen buns to a bake sale. I counted those towards the remembering of children because honestly, with thousands of buns to make I need to stay focused on this unfolding memorial instead of for example baking cookies for the bake sale. I was mindful of those children as I baked. I tagged the buns as being from the Broken Bread Bakery and I said a little bit about the project. The entire project total so far is 644 buns baked and $1,020 raised for the Healing Fund of the United Church of Canada.

While in St. John’s we took in an afternoon at an amazing museum. There was a good display about residential schools within the museum. The thing that has struck me lately is how this school system impacted the parents and the grandparents. Children removed from ones life and all the everyday joys gone, in moments. It got me thinking about how much I loved bedtime routine with our kids with the book reading we shared. It was routine, the books well worn, one might say it was boring really and it was time consuming. But it was special and warm and good and essential. How would we have coped if all our routines had been taken from us?

It bothered me to read that a ship that shares my last name was used to transport children away to school.

I have this picture of a notebook Jill was creating in the summer, preparing for back to school. I looked at it and I said, “Jilly, even nature proclaims that every child matters.” I found the Liz Griffin pictures that she used, and a couple different ones, they are here with my interpretation of the parent child dynamic at play. The brown surroundings reflect the time of year, it was just before the spring burst of color. The cows look rough. They had just weathered winter and been thru the birthing time and they definitely needed a bit of time to reemerge in their beauty.

“I am your Mama and I need to wash your face.”

“We are together and so the world is at peace.”

“I WILL protect you. I will not let them near you.”

“Your aunties and I, we got you, stay near.” (This was a pen with three Moms who had birthed twins and were each successfully raising both calves.)

“My sense of smell is going to keep you well, just don’t you worry.”

All of the things percolating in us that you read above made it important for us to be a part of the walk that was hosted by Alameda United Church yesterday. A walk for truth and reconciliation. It was about a 4 mile journey up and down highway 9. Maybe people say, “why is that important, why are you slowing down traffic?” Maybe because nothing changes until it is seen for what it is. Maybe its okay to have to slow down and think, for us walkers and for the drivers too. Maybe that creates openings for the Spirit to be at work. Having said that I am tired and a bit overwhelmed by everything in the world. I was thinking about it later….the repetition of shaping buns and putting one step in front of the other is what I am capable of right now. I don’t have space in my head for deep learning. I will trust that God will take my steps and my buns and work with them.

It was awesome to have support from some folks driving by, like this flag bearing truck. The best were the semi truck drivers that blew their airhorns. We walked with friends on a beautiful fall day and perhaps made more concrete for ourselves who we want to be as individuals and as a family.

My friend ordered this flag and Russ and I took a turn walking with it for a while. That created a good chance for a picture but carrying my friends survivor sign for a while to give her a break, and bearing this flag both felt like sacred responsibilities.

The color orange is being transformed in our culture. In my world it was once the color I associated with halloween. Then as I got to know some bikers it became the color of Harley Davidson, then as we built our house it became a color of energy and we chose it for our kitchen. Now it is a color that speaks of honoring. Honoring and not silencing. Honoring and not shaming. Honoring through listening. Honoring difference and uniqueness. Honoring another even if it costs me a bit. It means living out what we say when we say that every child matters. It was the color of halloween, and I see maybe like a butterfly, the color orange is being transformed, can it become a color that when seen quickens the heart, sending out a signal that ingredients for hope and healing are not far away. May it be so.