On the lam. Off the reservation. Outside the wire. Any time a rancher hears these three words, or worse, a rancher’s wife early Sunday morning, it’s going to be a long day. All these phrases mean the same thing; “Your cow’s out!” And any way you say it that means work. Oh, I suppose my Read More >
“Maria Calabria’s” first day of freedom was amazing; until it wasn’t. Some of you may remember my social media posts about “Half-Pint” (her nickname), the breached calf I rescued and cared for after her mama’s prolapse. Having bottle fed her for over a week, it was wonderful to see her and her mama bonding. I Read More >
At the Cross-Dubya, as with any ranch, something is always in need of repair. It’s just a fact of life when farming and ranching. And if you’re not handy with tools and able to come up with innovative solutions, you’ll soon be a broke farmer or rancher. My three-year-old hay rings are a good example. Read More >
Recently, my Utility Task Vehicle (UTV) had to go to the repair shop for a driveline problem. Being without my “helper” meant morning chores took much longer and required more effort than usual. Not only did I fill the multiple buckets with feed, but I had to tote them out to the feeding areas for Read More >
When facing a potential life-threatening illness or procedure, FUD, my acronym for Satan’s attempts to attack you with Fear, Uncertainty, and Doubt, can sometimes run rampant. In preparing for a heart procedure last week, I went through all the estate planning paperwork, ensuring everything was in order. I knew God held me securely in His Read More >