We had a visit with the Piney Woods of Texas this past week. It blew by for two days and nights. If we had windmills, we would have had to turn them off to keep from twisting off the pipes! We cleaned up the hay mess pretty good in some places and brought in some strange stuff, sunshine. I am liking the small change and the frogs are loud and happy too. My close relative and I sit out on the porch for the evening coffee and listen with pleasure.
Time to count the calves, the early February ones are on the ground and smarty pants offspring are sure proud of themselves. I have to take it with a smile because I was so adamant about not breeding for February blizzards and they did not occur. You understand that is not the first mistaken weather prediction I have ever made. So, fat and beautiful little black critters are bouncing around all over the place.
I have been watching for scours or snotty noses and, so far, so good. There does not seem to be any green grass available for the cows, so the chances of making it to next month and a more developed system will prevent the scours for this calving. Wow, thank the Lord for His gifts!
My close relative and I made the trip to the feedlot again on Saturday. The steers are on the show list and may go any time now. I took several pictures, but she took the ones that were good and we will be glad to show them any time. I know, the round table fellers are glad mine did not work so they will not be required to ooh and ahh over our cattle. There is just nothing any sweeter in this business than eyeballing the result of your breeding in twelve-hundred-pound steers.
Old Dog is not moving around very well and I've been thinking I would check around for a pup for him to teach the ropes. I looked in the want ad section of the daily paper and found some dog ads. I perused the fine print until I got to the asking price of said pups and then put the thing out of my mind. Some of the dogs were as high priced as a good heifer, and I know the local shelter in the next town over has some wonderful specimens for free. All they cost is the small adoption fee and you got a good dog. I will be checking it out. I don't want to start a new helper in cold weather.
I guess you fellers remember something about a new chicken coop being constructed here on the rockpile. It has been mentioned many times during the quiet times of breakfast and the fact the eggs are too pale for some. I eat the pale ones just as well as the golden yolks and probably never would have even noticed, but some do notice. Now the time approaches and I am concerned about a set of plans. I saw a place on the side of the highway going to the feedlot that had chickens in the yard. I wonder if I could go look at their coop.
I was stuck again yesterday and the old hay truck eventually pulled itself out with some gentle urging. I am not the feller that gets the class A mechanic or the best deal on anything very often. The hay truck should never be forgotten. That feller did a bang-up job and I have mentioned it around. I hope he gets all the work he can stand.
It is my opinion, and everyone has one, the awaited and wonderful spring will come and, if we don't want to remember the ugly parts of it, we will be reminded. There will be ticks, chiggers, sneaky snakes and working cattle who are on fresh and tall green grass. We will be sunburned and speckled green, hot and sweaty and itchy, but what a joyful day that will be.
Beef producers are sorta suckers for punishment, anyhow!
Bill is the pen name for the Gravette-area author of this weekly column. Opinions expressed are those of the author.Editorial on 03/06/2019
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