The Idaho Rancher's Wife

The Ranch From the Wife's Perspective

Our Favorite Cow Hand (or Paw)

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When I gave you a look at our preg checking day I neglected to tell you about some of our best men.  Well, they aren’t men at all.  They are dogs. 

After a few days of working calves through the alley and squeeze chute, The Rancher said, “Those dogs are worth two men working out there!”  And he is right.  These dogs run along the alley, sticking their nose under to bite the heels of the cows.  Then they will nip at the cows in the chute to head them out.  It sure saves a guy having to always run back and forth trying to get the cattle to move.

A Rancher’s Wife Chicken Chase

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The day started out ordinary and beautiful, and typical of a ranching day, that was sure to change.  The cowboys were gone so something was bound to go awry. 

After coming home from getting my hair cut I had a call from The Rancher’s mom across the way.  She was somewhat in distress because the chickens were out.  You may not think that this is much of an issue but I assure, it is.

I wish that we had the picturesque Little House on the Prairie farm where the chickens and bum calves ran around free… Lovely pets that nestle and come at a melodic call.  But that isn’t what we have here folks.

We have wild calves that in their wild roaming they roam into the chicken coop.  They reek all sorts of havoc on that little coop, like dumping out the water, turning over the feed and ruining the feeders.  Of course this inspires more chaos as the chickens have been terrorized and set free.  Chickens wandering free is problematic- first because it means we have to hunt them down and get them back in.  But also because there is someone else hunting after the chickens… the ornery dog.

As good rancher wives we dedicated ourselves to finding the lost chickens, saving them from being dinner, and safely returning them to the coop.  It was a darn good thing that we were dedicated because it took FOREVER to wrangle up those chickens.  Have you ever herded chickens?  I think it is worse than cats.

They had scattered all throughout the sheds where the old junk has collected, the new tractors are parked, and everywhere in between.  We climbed under and over nasty, dusty, dirty, grimy… I actually don’t know what most it stuff was (but I did find a few treasures that would look lovely with flowers planted in them).  But we suffered through it and slowly, but surely, we gathered the chickens one by one back to the coop.

The real hero of the story is The Rancher’s mom, who by the way needs a better “Rancher Wife” blog name than that (if anyone has any great ideas).  She is so brave!   I don’t really do chickens.  I will chase them, cluck at them, gather their eggs, and occasionally squeal because of them but I won’t touch them (read pick them up in ANY sort of way).  But this lady scoops them up without the blink of an eye.  When she can’t just scoop them up she has a handy hook that snatches those chickens, just as if she was fishing.  And as she walks them back to the coop she sweetly reminds them that it is much better to stay in the coop, gives them a pat and lets them gently down.  I was so impressed at one point that I almost told her she was one good hooker lady, but I didn’t think that was very nice…  She has some sort of chicken super powers that any nasty chicken had better beware.  

Just a Mile or So

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It took a good part of the day to get all of the cows preg checked so when we were finished the cowboys took them down the road about a mile to a holding field until they were ready the next day.  I decided to tag along for a few pictures.  The Ranch Princess was having a nap which meant that I could go solo (because The Sidekick was loaded up with The Rancher).  I opted for my bike… my pedal bike.  I actually highly recommend it.  Its a very good way to get some exercise while you are working, without the noisy 4 wheeler!

 I finally have a picture or two of The Ranch Boss.  Apparently he has been camera shy because I don’t have too many of him. 

I should introduce you to The Rancher’s cousin.  He has been really helpful the last couple of weeks.  He has his own full time job but was still willing to come and help these cowboys get the work done.  What a good little cow puncher… Ya, meet The Cow Puncher!

The Rancher’s Assembly Line

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We have our own type of assembly line on the ranch.  No it isn’t putting headlights on the cows as they run past on a conveyer belt.  But each man has a job along the way.  There are the guys that keep the cows flowing.  Without them the rest would be pointless… without cows there is nothing to work on.  Once they get to the front we have the man running the headcatch.  While there the cow is poked and prodded in all sorts of ways.

Preg checking is an important time for us.  It when we learn how the next year will be.  We can see when we will calve, who is calving and who isn’t.  We can cull out the cows we don’t want or need to keep.  We do maintenance stuff like vaccinations and new tags.  This is the only time that we run the cows through and so it is important for us to run through them.  Ans so we set up our assembly line.

I only have a picture of Rancher Sr. preg checking but he and The Rancher swapped on and off whenever their arms get tired.  The Rancher’s Sidekick found all sorts of things to do.  He pulled out the branding irons, syringes, and the pill pusher (that’s what I call it… is there any other name you need?).  I was privileged to give shots.  Gotta love getting out to help The Rancher!

The Cowboy Two Step

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The Rancher is a roping cowboy, as is most of these cowboys around here.  My family, on the other hand, are cutting cowboys.  I love when you see a horse that is knows what she is doing.  She moves with the cow, understanding her every move.  In so many ways it like a dance.

Usually I don’t see these boys just try to cut and sort out a cow- they just resort to roping her.  Don’t get me wrong, there is NOTHING wrong with that, but this girl wants to see some cutting action once in a while.  I got just a minute of it after they weaned calves.

There was an ornery cow that they were bringing in that did everything to work against them.  5 cowboys vs 1 cow.  Guess who won?  Well, the cowboys did eventually but she sure gave them a run for their money.  In fact, they gave up on sorting her and turned to what they did best- roping.  But the chase was good while it lasted!

A Preview

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I have beans processing so I am having a late night blogging to you, dear friends.  The Rancher is keeping me company.  He is sleeping of course but can you blame him?  He has had some really LONG days the past couple of weeks.  We are heavy into weaning and everything that comes with it.  Not only that but the Rancher’s Wife is also busy in the kitchen doing some canning.  All of the fun fall things seem to come together at once.  But we love it!  All of it!

I realized today that when The Rancher has big things happening that either he needs help (I’m sure he doesn’t need me but I like to think that he does) or its worth taking pictures of.  That means I put off the house stuff like laundry (who need underwear, right?) or canning or… BLOGGING?!  Ya, I want to get out there to experience and capture the ranch, which means sometimes I neglect the sharing.

I guess that makes this a bit of a preview.  I have LOADS of pictures.  And stories.  And some interesting things you might enjoy learning.  Until then (hopefully that’s just tomorrow), here a picture or two to hold you over.

The Color Green

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The Ranch Boss, The Rancher’s grandpa, was looking over the hay fields and commented how he loved that color of green.  We looked out across with him at the new seeding that was just popping up through the dirt.  He turned to the other end of the field and commented with an air of satisfaction that the only color of green better is the rich color of the growing alfalfa hay.

He is right.  Nature’s shades of green are so beautiful, but especially these shades.  This color of green is more than a hue.  It shows the hard work, diligence and commitment these men have had to grow their crops, especially in the midst of a drought.  The straight continuous lines of sprouting grain give hope of a new harvest.  I think mostly this kind of green means success and satisfaction.

I guess we like to GO GREEN after all, just not the green most think of.

More Than a Milk Cow

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We have two milk cows on the ranch. One dear old cow has been around for 10+ years.  She is called Jersey, even though she is actually like a Brown Swiss not a Jersey.  She is more of a pet than anything else.  Kids all over the valley know Jersey because she has gone to school where they have learned all about a dairy cow.  The Rancher’s Sidekick always says that he will be the one to get her into the barn when milking time rolls around. 

We have had a few others but currently we have a Holstein that I like to call Millie.  You know, Millie the Milk Cow.  She is isn’t so pet like but still a pretty chill cow.  But poor thing, she doesn’t have a tail…

Jersey has mostly been used as a milk cow for the family but recently they have been used as nurse maids for the bum calves we get.  It is so much easier and cheaper to have a surrogate momma than to buy/mix/feed powdered milk.  It is amazing how many calves these cows milk for!  I actually feel bad for them a little.  Ow… Ya, that’s all I have to say… Ow.

 

A Cool Summer Night

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We love the long summer evenings because there is just so much fun stuff to do around the ranch and around our little valley.  A favorite is always saddling up the horses and heading to the arena. 

One night The Rancher needed to practice roping with his partner for the upcoming rodeo (that has since come and gone… yep, I need to post them too… I know) so we made a family night of it.  With so many kids, horses, steers, and dogs, how could we NOT have a good time?! 

There are so many reasons I love being a rancher’s wife and having so much to enjoy from our lifestyle.  You want to come visit now, don’t you?  Well come on over!

Gotta Hurry Home!

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The association cowboys gathered up the forest cows to move to the next of their summer pasture early Saturday morning.  It was a beautiful morning for a ride.

A bike ride that is. 

I too headed out on the road, thinking that these cowboys were pushing the herd back across all of the fields instead of down the lovely paved highway that I had chosen to peddle my bike down. 

As I just about to turn around I got a call from The Rancher.  He casually asked what I was doing and where I was.  I responded that I riding my bike down the road.  Why?  Well, they were heading down the road with the cows, were almost to the house and if I didn’t hurry I was going to get caught in the midst of them. 

I should get a medal for how fast I turned that bike around and peddled back to the house.  Just as rolled into my driveway the first of the cows came across.  Phew… I made it. 

And just in time for pictures too!

I quickly changed out of my stinky exercise clothes and into my stinky cowgirl clothes, loaded up The Rancher’s Sidekick and The Ranch Princess to follow the cow trail.  Its kinda hard to miss… they leave digested bread crumbs along the way.  Another good reason to not be riding down the road with the cows.  

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Hello! I'm Allison, The Rancher's Wife! There's nothing I love more than being out on the ranch with my husband and kids. Join me for a look at what goes on here at the ranch and the life being a rancher's wife!

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