ranch adventures
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I have officially declared myself unfit as a chicken mama. Someone call CPS. No, not Child Protective Services, ring up Chicken Protective Services. I lost another chicky. I don’t know the cause of death, I contribute it to Mother Nature. Beneath my electrical pole, it is beginning to look something like a chicken cemetery. Two down, Fifteen… Read more
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I received a phone call this morning at 6:40 from the United States Postal Service informing me that I had a package to pick up as soon as possible. I jumped in the shower, threw on my clothes, and rushed off without a bit of make-up. Yes, my friends, the day has finally arrived. The day… 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
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My cowboy husband J-Dub needed to move some cows on Saturday. They had grazed down a pasture pretty well and needed some greener grass. You know, over on the other side. It is typically a rather large job for one cowboy alone to move 90 cows from one pasture to another, so he moved most… Read more
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I have a new BFF today. He’s my good pal. My buddy. My friend. He’s a little furry. And maybe a little smelly. But I don’t mind at all. Especially today, when he doesn’t see his shadow. I’m ready for an early spring. Here’s some pictures of our world. Yesterday it was 5° at 5:30… Read more
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The weather today is no joke. I went with J-dub to go feed a little. We came upon a herd of yearlings huddled around a water tank attempting to drink from the frozen tank. J-dub grabbed an ax and began chopping ice. I got out to snap a couple of pics and before I knew… Read more
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Let me tell you about my yesterday. We had to do some work on the chicken coop, so I needed my new, old truck to help haul some old wood for me. We tore down one side of the chicken coop that was just crappy old particle board hammered together. We’re replacing it with some rustic looking… Read more
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There comes a time in every cowboy’s life when the question arises as to whether or not a cow is pregnant. But only dudes say pregnant. Real cowboys say bred. For fear of embarrassing my husband, I shall only speak in cowboy lingo for this blog. So try to keep up, okay? Recently we acquired a cow that was… Read more
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After my last great attempt at horse riding, Adventures in Cowboying, I decided I needed some spurs. Jason said I needed to learn how to ride first. If you are any kind of a real cowboy, stop reading right here and go rope a goat or something, this will not impress you one iota. But if you… Read more
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I went out with my husband Jason yesterday. When I say “out”, I don’t mean on a date. I mean “OUT” in the country, “OUT” away from civilization and Starbucks, “OUT” where men are men and sheep are scared. Well, not quite that far. Now, you must know that just because I’m married to a… Read more
Angel Wheeler 