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. […]
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Temptation Leaves a Mark
With a forlorn look, “Bubba the Chocolate Lab” could barely lift his swollen head early Monday morning. Awakened by his labored breathing, I arose from bed to check on my old friend. Expecting him to bounce
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When It Happens …
A wonderful blessing of this ranching life is the opportunity to think about things in a relaxed, no pressure atmosphere. Don’t get me wrong. When you’re sorting cows, mowing hay, or plowing a field, you’d better
Pursuing Desires
She’s content spending each day caring for her calf, grazing, munching a mouthful of hay, or chewing her cud. That is, until Papa shows up with her favorite treat in hand. That’s when “Sopracciglia Bianca” (Italian for
Who Painted My Cow?
Sometimes curiosity wins. Our church’s youth group worked hard in the intense Texas heat to scrape and paint the Cross-Dubya’s pipe fencing over the two days they were here. As the team shared, listened, learned and
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A Stronger Fence
One thousand five hundred four feet of 2 7/8-inch drill stem, posts eight-foot on center and sunk five-foot deep; each encased in 160 pounds of concrete. Welded top-rail and a sucker rod bottom join each post
Outside the Wire
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
Knowing the Difference
Putting on my sage old rancher hat, here’s an axiom I hope you’ll remember; “Your destination is determined by who’s driving.” The greatest lesson I’ve learned since starting the Cross-Dubya ranch is the calmer you remain,
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Finding Your Way Home
“Rocky” the calf (yep, old “milk-mouth” himself) is a pain in the tuchus. A few weeks ago, he decided he would slip through a loose area in the fence between pastures and go visit the fellas
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