Mike Moutoux's Ranch Notes
We’ve been gathering up first year heifers and moving them closer to the home corrals and separating some of the bigger calves from their mothers so we’ve been doing a good bit of horse work. While cutting out what we wanted in the corrals one afternoon, my horse slipped and fell and I was on the ground before I knew what had happened. Neither of us were hurt so I climbed back on and we finished the job. It was a sober reminder of how easily and quickly one could get hurt doing what we do sometimes.
While I’m being sober, one afternoon we were coming down the road and got a good look at some ravens chasing a Golden Eagle. Turns out the whole bunch were feeding on one of the first year heifers that died while giving birth. So we lost the heifer and the calf. Life on the ranch can be exciting and romantic, but those days and moments are mixed with the sad and sobering ones that we take as they come and move on.
On a lighter note, at least one of the barn cats has discovered that I keep a few snacks in a pack for the days when we don’t come in for lunch. I had the pack inside a pickup truck and as I passed by I saw one of them helping itself to my stash. Ate all my beef jerky and was working on my peanuts and chocolate when I chased it off.