Angels and Demons
With their hackles (neck feathers) flared, the duel is about to begin. “Thank you, Angel” has become the most uttered phrase around the Cross-Dubya these days, spoken at least twice each time I visit the chickens. […]
With their hackles (neck feathers) flared, the duel is about to begin. “Thank you, Angel” has become the most uttered phrase around the Cross-Dubya these days, spoken at least twice each time I visit the chickens. […]
“Turn your ear to listen to me; rescue me quickly. Be my rock of protection, a fortress where I will be safe.” (Psalm 31:2, NLT) To most folks, one cow sounds like any other. Before starting
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
“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.
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
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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
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