Ranch Life Realities: It’s not all romance.

  1. I lost THE book. And the binoculars, but magnifying glasses for creepers can be replaced. I LOST the BOOK in the middle of a thousand acres of wheat stubble. Each calf’s color, gender and birth date are recorded in this book. Can you imagine if a hospital lost its birth records?
  2. I about tipped the ranger over. Not once. Not twice. THREE times. In a 60-second time frame. I’ll ride a horse across a canyon rock slide without flinching. Put me in one of these 4-wheelie mabobbers, and I’m a complete pansy. I was perched on the edge, ready to fling myself off if it tipped over. I swallowed my heart 18 times. It’s probably enlarged now.
  3. The ranger incident(s) is clearly why I lost the book and binocs.
  4. Returning to the scene of the crime revealed the lost treasures. I’m putting them in a steel briefcase and handcuffing it to my wrist. I’m also going to write “Actually I did not wear a pocket protector or fanny pack in high school.” in Sharpie on my forehead.
  5. I was holding an orphan calf on my lap while driving into the barn. Trying to navigate with six feet on the gas pedal? I dropped him like he was a year’s worth of recycled newspapers, and he fell under the ranger.
  6. But thanks to those years I never drove race cars, I had all my quick vehicle pedal reflexes saved up. I nearly shot through the windshield, but I didn’t run over the calf. I even had an inch and a half cushion. Plus he was stunned from his ungraceful dismount. Otherwise he might have flailed his way into a pair of broken legs.
  7. Then while I was tagging calves, I found one in Tumbleweed Draw. It’s a sandy descent, slogging through waist-high tumbleweeds. Mama started snorting and tossing her head. She’s bluffing. I moved in closer. She started pawing up dinner plate-sized chunks of dirt. Impressive. I’ll haul her over to rototill my garden. Steepest part of the descent, and she charged up the hill. Mayday! Mayday! This is not a bluff! Launch exit strategy!
  8. I’m sure I looked like an overweight marshmallow in my bibs and heavy coat, backpedaling out of that draw. I worked with an old Mexican cowboy in a corral once. “Oh she’ll stop,” he told me that day. “Just stand there, and hold your ground.” I’ll hold my ground, you betcha. From a place where that cranky old broad can’t eat my face.
  9. I really liked this philosophy from Larry Olberding on tagging calves. “Those ear tags are just something for YOU. They mean nothing to the mother cow. She knows who her kid is.”
  10. All of this happened yesterday, the day I’ve officially been living the dream for a month on an Oregon ranch.
  11. But even when you’re living the dream, you still get dumped out of bed. It’s life’s way of reminding you Madame Reality rules this side of the tracks, not some glitter-dusted wizard out of a Disney movie.
  12. It doesn’t mean the dream isn’t the dream anymore. It just means your dream is putting on some miles.

Comments

  1. Buhahahaha, sorry I am laughing WITH you not AT you! Sounds like paradise!

  2. It is, Larry, it is. πŸ™‚

  3. Yes, there will be days like this. I have had a few incidences too.

    Keep your chin up, Erica. Being out working with livestock is so much better than at an office job!

    I have missed your regular blog posts and hope things are going good for you. If you ever need to β€œtalk” feel free to e-mail me.

    • My chin is up, not to worry. πŸ™‚ I love what I am doing and am thankful every day I have this opportunity. I’ll drop you a line soon!

  4. Laughing out loud. Love your ramblings.

  5. Wow! What a eventful time! Way to keep going tho! I would love to live on a Oregon ranch !

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