cowboy stuff
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On Monday night at about 9:30, J-Dub says something to me from across the living room. Since my ears aren’t exactly what they used to be, I repeat back to him, “Oh crap, you have to get groceries tomorrow???” He repeats himself. This time much louder and stressing every syllable as a vein pops out… Read more
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Yesterday, EK went to work with J-Dub. He’s breaking her in young. He documented their day with pictures. Read more
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My little 3 month old, EK, just left with her daddy to go check yearlings and feed horses. They’ll be gone a couple of hours. Checking yearlings consists of driving through the pasture, feeding the young cows, counting them as they line up to eat, and looking them over good to check for sickness as… Read more
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Looks like #15 got herself in a pickle. J-Dub says she was probably scratching her chin on the tree bark and turned her head just enough to get it wedged in there. She doesn’t know how to lift her head and pull back to get out. She messed her eye up pretty… Read more
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It’s calving time again here on the ever so windy plains of Texas. While the rest of the world is bombarded with severe weather, we remain rainless. And windy. And oh-so-very dirty. Today was field day at my school and when we left there, after battling wind gusts of up to 50 mph, and no… Read more
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My husband, whose Superman cape is presently hanging in the closet while he lounges in his Lazy Boy has a pretty in-depth resume’. Among his many talents include cowboss, gourmet chef, drumming dynamo, and husband extraordinaire. But most recently, he has added foal nanny. The ranch he works for decided to buy a horse. A horse who happened to be pregnant. The… Read more
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The sound of heavy bootsteps and the jingle of spurs woke me from dreams filled with high heels and travel plans. My husband was up, dressed, and stirring around the house, waiting on the “guys” to get here. It was time for me to rise anyway. I threw the shoes I was trying on in my… Read more
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It’s calving season out here on the Golden Spread. Spring is in the air. Trees are budding, tulips are blossoming, and heifers are birthing. Heifers are young cows, first-time mamas. I might even be as bold as to call them teenage mothers. Unwed, teenage mothers. My husband says you have to watch heifers closely because… Read more
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My husband’s horse was born on May 5th. That’s how he received the name Cinco. A horse with a sweeter disposition could not be found. As soon as he saw you, he was lumbering your way to nudge and beg for attention. My husband sometimes got aggravated with him when trying to work. “He’s always right in my hip… Read more
Angel Wheeler 