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GOOD NEWS AND BAD NEWS

GOOD NEWS AND BAD NEWS

There is nothing more wonderful and rewarding than being in the country on a working Ranch during winter when Mother Nature blankets the trees, pastures and the countryside with a beautiful layer of pure white snow glistening in the early morning sun.

It’s Mother Nature darning her best white dress over night, as it were, with the beauty and a sense of serenity that’s only trump by the fact that it’s so dang cold outside you feel like a sack of ice in a frozen food case at the corner grocery store.

WHY RANCHERS HATE JANUARY

                                              WHY RANCHERS HATE JANUARY

JOURNEY OR DESTINATION?

THE NEW WEBSITE

JOURNEY OR DESTINATION?

This story is not really about the New Website. It’s about the “Journey” that led us to this point. There were no bushwhackers or rogue Indians along this lonesome and precarious cow town trail, for this cowboy and his cowgirl, to negotiate. And the journey hasn’t ended with the achievement and publication of this New Website because the New Website was NOT the “Destination”.

White Christmas

One to two inches of snow would have made for a beautiful White Christmas. However, I guess we “Dreamed” too hard because we received six inches of that beautiful white pandemonium hazardous driving, slip and sliding precarious fluff we call “Snow”. Hello!!!

I Owe You an Apology

To my cousins, brothers, children and friends, I want to apologize to you for not inviting you to the annual stall cleaning of “Horse manure and wet equine urine soaked bedding”. This was a very special week in that the horses were stalled for a record seven days meaning they produced record copious amounts of manure during this first cold snap. I AM SO PROUD OF THEM.  Last night after putting the horses back into their pastures, I reviewed the amount of fun that was available to be had. It looked like it would be “piles and piles” of it and I just did not want to share that with anyone. I know, I’m a selfish self-centered cowboy who thinks only about himself when it comes to shoveling tons and tons of manure and equine urine soaked bedding.

Three Tons and Rising

It was one of those cold and windy wintry, Missouri mornings. The much anticipated and forecasted ice storm arrived in the dark and quiet of the night and departed in a blaze of glory leaving behind it’s trails of frozen tears that glazed the remote rural gravel roads and open range horse and cattle pastures across the Midwestern countryside.


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