cattle ranching and rural living in the Pacific Northwest
Sneak preview! It’s cattle branding season here, and my article will be in the next issue of the Dirt Road Daughters magazine. Subscribe, and like the mag on Facebook. If you want.
This photo didn’t make my cut for photos to send to the publisher so it isn’t a real sneak preview – just more exclusive PNW Rancher content like you get every day. It was sad it didn’t get to be in the magazine until I said it could be featured on my blog.
This is what spring is like on the ranch. First-calf heifer handling her new mama duties like a pro and giving this new baby black Angus calf the licking he deserves.
I can’t imagine loving any other way of life the way that I love cattle ranching.
Deep Creek is running full!
The culvert is at max capacity.
In fact, it's over capacity - Deep Creek is out of its banks, halfway up fence posts and on the road.
Testing the water - two seconds after this, I had to call him back. He was getting too adventurous and not being safe.
This was so beautiful. The frost on the trees. Whispers of clouds hugging the hills. If only it hadn't been 7 degrees!
These black angus cows were just waking up to a single-digit degree morning on the ranch.
Black angus first-calf heifer...fat, sassy and ready to be an awesome new mama.
Does this photo need a caption? This is about the time my fingers went numb from the cold.
This is what a best friend looks like.
Thanks to Jess Davenport for sending me the photo!
Cows need fed on Christmas, just like they need fed on Mondays, Thursdays and every other day in between. It was such an awe-inspiring beauty of a day that the cattle photos didn’t make the cut for the website. Check ‘em out on Facebook instead.
Christmas morning sunrise.
Hank is looking pretty in pink on Christmas morning.
Celebrating Christmas in windmill land.
This is cattle country.
Gorgeous sunset on the Columbia.
Hold on to your knickers, I actually decorated for Christmas this year. With real effort and everything.
Look at the pretty, pretty lights in my living room window.
This is my bull riding, bucking Santa Claus. His leg keeps falling off, but I let him buck anyway. Real cowboys ride with broken legs, right?
Every fall, the calves are weaned from their mommas. A couple weeks later (pending the year), the momma cows are gathered up and trucked down to canyon pastures before winter snows cover up the remaining mountain pasture grass.
We had our first real snow this weekend, so I think everyone is pretty happy they’re not all standing around up here.
Semi backed up to the loading chute.
The girl. I'm just a ranch girl from Iowa who moved west to the border country of Idaho and Washington. I have the foothills to the Rockies in my backyard and the rolling wheat fields of the Palouse out my front window. With cattle surrounding me and a pair of boots on my feet, you're looking at one happy redheaded cowgirl. The photography. I started shooting pictures on my mom's Kodak 35mm film point and shoot. Cornstalks in an Iowa autumn sunset was the photo that made me fall in love … more about PNW Rancher
