It’s been a quiet week here at Lake Wobegon…

…well, not really, but we've been able to slow down from "warp speed" to "just breaking the sound barrier". 

Calving is about 85% done.  The bonepile is a bit larger this year than normal.  We had a rather miserable April as most of the reigon did.  Eighteen inches of snow and most days 20 degrees below normal made for a long month.  It took its toll on the newborn calves.  I attributed nine deaths to the weather, either directly or indirectly.  As discouraging as that is for me, I know of others who sustained larger losses.  Now that the weather has warmed up and the grass has started to turn green, the cold, sunless days of April seem like a distant memory.  I think cattlemen who calve in the later winter/early spring must all have short memories, because by the time June rolls around, we still turn the bulls out the same time as last year.  However, the thought of having most of the calves in May next year is making me rethink our turn-out dates.

We're excited about Kelly, our summer intern, arriving in the next couple weeks.  This is the first year we will have an "official" intern.  It will be a learning process for all of us.  Our hired help in the past was mostly just to build fence, make hay, move cows, and mow the lawn.  We're planning to involve her in more of the range management decisions and implementation, as well as have her assist in developing our new Ranch Tour venture.  I'm planning to have her contribute to the website, so look for her tagline in the coming months.

Speaking of the Ranch Tour, it's starting to take shape.  Dad has been busy in the shop building a buggy to haul people around in.  Mom has been coming up with interesting ways to show visitors the prairie ecosystem.  And I have made a web page for it.  Similar to the internship, it will be a learning process for us to find out what people are actually interested in.  Other ranches have done similar ventures, so we are starting with some of the ideas we've heard from them.  It sure has potential to be a really fun part of our ranch.

You also might have noticed some changes to the website's theme as well.  I'm trying to better organize the content to make it easier to find the information that you're looking for.  When I think of the diversity that our ranch contains, it can be overwhelming to come up with a simple way to tell you about it on this site.  My plan is to create content that fits in two broad categories – Ranch Operations and Visitor Information.  Ranch Operations will provide information on what we do with the land and livestock.  Whether you are a fellow cattleman or someone who recently found out milk doesn't just come from the grocery store, there should be something for you there.  The Visitor Information category will have information about hunting, tours, and accommodations at the ranch.  If there is something you would like to see added to the website, please email me at rockhillsranch@gmail.com.

An aside – The title (and closing line) of this blog post comes from "News from Lake Wobegon," a segment of Garrison Keillor's A Prairie Home Companion on public radio.  It is made-up news from a made-up town in Minnesota, but it seems like he could also say "the names are made up, but the stories are real."  It is to small town life what I imagine "The Office" TV show is to working in a cubicle.

Speaking of small towns, Naomi had a real small-town experience recently.  She has been working a few days this spring doing preschool screening in the area.  She was working in Bowdle, population 502, a couple weeks ago.  The janitor came in to the room where the screening was taking place and aksed Naomi if she drove a gray van.  Obviously it didn't belong to one of the students or school faculty, because he would have recognized it and known whose it was.  Well, it was our van, and it had a flat tire.  The janitor asked Naomi if she would like it fixed; she said yes.  The janitor said he would take care of it if she gave him the keys.  He called up ARC, the local repair shop, who came up to the school, drove the van back to the shop, fixed the tire, and delivered it back to the school.  As the ladies chatted about the tire getting fixed, those who were from Bowdle all said something like "oh, ARC is a good place to get it fixed."  "They do a good job."  "They're such nice guys."  After the screening was done, the janitor still had not returned the van keys.  They were in the van, of course – where else would they be?  And the bill…well, there wasn't one.  Naomi stopped at the furniture store after work to buy mattresses for the kids.  She asked where ARC was.  The store owner walked her outside and pointed her in the right directionon, commenting that "those are some good guys at ARC."  She stopped there on her way out of town and paid the $15 fee for fixing the flat.

That's all the news from Lake Wobegon Swan Creek, where all the women are strong, all the men are, um, well…..and all the children are above average (especially if you ask their Grandpa.)

 

 

That time of year…

the time when I don't have very much time to devote to the website.  We are about two and a half weeks into calving season.  That seems hard to believe as I sit here, bleary-eyed and wanting to hit the sack.  Unfortunately, I have one more check before bed…then one at 3 AM…then another at 7 AM…and on the cycle goes. 

Most days I enjoy calving season.  When the weather is nice, the cows are cooperating, and everything is healthy, it is a lot of fun.  I actually get quite a few odd jobs done in the shop and around the barn yard.  So far, I've (almost) organized the shop, hung a new door on the old garage, built shelves in the barn, tidied up my fencing and lumber supplies, and set some new water tanks in place.  Naomi's family was here for Easter, and I was able to spend a good amount of time with them as well.

Then there are other days.  Today was almost one of them.  The weather was nice, so that was a plus.  I had to pull (assist in delivering) two calves today, which is somewhat annoying since they were both AI sired calves – they normally don't require assistance.  What was very disheartening was that the first cow did not want her calf.  It isn't uncommon for a cow, especially if it is her first calf, to not mother up if it was a stressful delivery.  That was the case, so now I have the challenge of trying to convince her otherwise.  That's not so bad…except I have two others in the barn already that I'm working on!  One of them is a similar case – too much stress at delivery, so the cow isn't interested.  The other one lost her calf (it died shortly after birth, at the vet, on Easter morning…more on that later) and I am trying to get her to take (called "grafting") a twin calf born to another cow.  This is a difficult task, made more so due to the fact that none of these cows has exhibited the slightest bit of mothering instinct.  I will be happy if any of them take, but I'm not terribly optimistic.  If a cow has a dead calf, but mothers it (licks it off and moos at it), the chances of grafting another calf on to her are fairly good – especially with the help of some sedatives.

My attitude wasn't the best today after I came in the barn to pull the second calf and realized the first one I pulled wasn't claiming hers.  I've been deprived of REM sleep for long enough that I have to work hard to keep a good attitude.  So, here's what went right today.  We had 11 live calves, which is pretty good considering we have 55 total on the ground.  The weather was decent.  I was able to take Ella out to tag new calves and she loved it.  I thought there was a cow aborting at Dad's but it wasn't (it was the one that aborted yesterday – 110 lb monster that wasn't even term!).  I found a pitchfork that I lost last fall, laying in the snow, right next to where I had just driven the pickup. 

About the Easter morning trip to the vet.  At 1:30 AM, I went out to check on a cow that had been just starting to calve at my last-one-before-going-to-bed check.  What I found was a head and one leg coming out.  That is a problem, since we need two legs coming for a proper delivery.  I put her in the barn and "scrubbed in."  I pushed the calf back into the cow far enough to get the other leg coming right, but then I could not get the head to come up into the birth canal.  I worked at it for probably half an hour before calling the vet.  By now, it is 2:30 AM and I am hooking up the trailer and loading her up.  The vet is located in Bowdle, which is a 25 minute drive.  During the trailer ride, the cow had laid down and worked some more at it and had pushed the calf's head up into the birth canal herself (the vet said this isn't uncommon).  Thankfully, the vet was able to deliver the calf vaginally rather than by c-section.  Unfortunately, it was too late.  The calf died a couple minutes after delivery.  It lived long enough to get about $25 worth of shots though.  So, I loaded the cow and calf back into the trailer and got home a little after 4:00 AM.  I unloaded the cow, checked the herd, took a shower, and slept for a few hours until church.  Yes, I stayed awake for the sermon.

As I have time, I'll try to tell more about what calving season entails around here.  Right now, it's time for the last-one-before-going-to-bed check.  Here's hoping everyone is bedded down and chewing their cud.

In case you are wondering what the calving process looks like, here's a video that shows how it should go (minus the cow standing up after the head comes out). 

Christmas Perfect

  

Christmas Perfect
 

The little country church we attend doesn't have enough kids old enough to do a full fledged kids' Christmas program this year. Because most of the children are still preschoolers, we opted to act out a portion of the Christmas story during the children's story section of the morning worship service on Dec. 23. I found enough costumes for some miniature shepherds, angels, and Mary. We were fortunate enough to be able to have a real, live baby Jesus, a one month old who just happens to be named Trinity.

Sunday morning arrived. I already knew we were minus a shepherd and angel because of a stomach bug. Another little shepherd was rerouted to Grandma's house when his mom, a registered nurse, got called in to work. We were down to two shepherds, two angels, Mary, and baby Trinity.

I helped the kids put on their costumes before the worship service. One little one decided she wanted to be a sheep, but I told her that wasn't an option. “Why?”, the puzzled three year old asked. “I only have people costumes,” I told her.

One of our shepherds, Josiah, is a three old who lives with autism. I'd sent his costume home with his mom the week before so he could get used to wearing it. He showed up Sunday morning with it on, but, sure enough, by children's time, he'd shed it. I've baby sat him enough to know that with autism, it's best to leave conventional expectations behind and prepare to be surprised.

One, by one, the kids took their places; Mary with baby Jesus, two shepherds, the first angel.

Up bounded our un-costumed shepherd, hands clutching an open church choir book in his hands. He landed front and center, followed by his 18 month old “angel” sister just as the narrator read “Suddenly there was with the angel, a multitude of heavenly hosts praising God and singing, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth, peace, goodwill to men.”

The congregation joined the children in singing “Away in the Manger.” Josiah sang the loudest, blue eyes shining. The other little shepherd lost her crook. The littlest angel's halo slipped to one side as she toddled back and forth behind Mary and the baby Jesus.

I felt the magic and caught my breath. This little nativity scene, unrehearsed and incomplete, was absolutely, 100 % Christmas perfect.