Caking the Cows

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The Sagebrush Sea

The calves are weaned and shipped and the mamma cows preg tested; the focus shifts to improving the cows’ body condition for the upcoming winter and fetal development.  The moisture we have received this Fall has “turned on” some of the cool season grasses found on the range, but the cattle are largely relying on residual forage and weathered browse.  That is, dried grass and brush for the less scientific folks.  Protein is essential to a cow’s energy levels.  Dry grass alone,  does not contain enough protein to meet a cow’s nutritive needs.  So we rise early in the morning, to supplement the forage with “cake” or pellets of dried, compressed high protein food supplements.

My husband has the pick-up loaded and is out among the cows before sunrise.  He like most cowboy/ranchers is a morning person by nature and necessity.  Although, I am not as peppy in the early…

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Testing, Testing: Prep for Prime Time with a Test Blog

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The Daily Post

Building a blog you’re proud to share isn’t just about high drama, stunning photography, or sublime comedy. You also need to love the way your blog looks and functions.

Customizing your theme, getting creative with widgets, or tweaking your settings can be nerve-wracking on an active blog — what happens when that perfect new header image is off-center? Your custom font illegibly small? Your attempt at CSS makes your widgets disappear? Luckily, there’s a simple way to ensure that your readers never see a site you’re less than thrilled with: welcome to your own private bloggy playground, AKA a test blog. It’s free, it’s easy, and it’ll let you put your best blog forward.

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My Busy Day

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Morning Story and Dilbert

“Mommy, look!” cried my daughter, Darla, pointing to a chicken hawk soaring through the air.

“Uh huh,” I murmured, driving, lost in thought about the tight schedule of my Day.

Disappointment filled her face. “What’s the matter, Sweetheart?” I asked, entirely dense.

“Nothing,” my seven-year-old said. The moment was gone. Near home, we slowed to search for the albino deer that comes out from behind the thick mass of trees in the early evening. She was nowhere to be seen. “Tonight, she has too many things to do,” I said.

Dinner, baths and phone calls filled the hours until bedtime.

“Come on, Darla, time for bed!” She raced past me up the stairs. Tired, I kissed her on the cheek, said prayers and tucked her in.

“Mom, I forgot to give you something!” she said. My patience was gone.

“Give it to me in the morning,” I said, but she…

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