O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is…
~From The Psalms of the Holy Bible~
Like everybody else with livestock in western Oklahoma, Gramps and I are trying to hang onto our core cow herd until the drought breaks. One of the main problems we face is the ponds have all dried up, or are just mud holes. Without the ponds, we’re forced to drill for water for the livestock.
One of our cow farms (pictured above) had a shallow well and a windmill, but it wouldn’t keep up with the livestock’s needs, so we hired a new–and deep–well drilled. Gramps and son #2 have been working to install the electric line, pump, and water lines so we can move the cow herd to that place.
The Dust Bowl
This week while I battled a summer cold, I watched Ken Burns‘ documentary, The Dust Bowl. I bawled like a baby sometimes–it was like listening to Gramps’ parents and grandparents again. And I was proud of them for being the Okies who stuck it out. I highly recommend watching if you can.[youtube.com/watch?v=J_LZpKSqhPQ]
A Grasshopper Plague
One of our other problems is grasshoppers eating all the forage. The nasty things eat everything. If we don’t get rains soon, they’ll strip pastures, tree rows, and even start on wood fence posts. I’m not kidding.This is a picture of the “cow kicker” on Gramps’ truck after driving through the pasture:
This summer cold has sapped my brains and left them a virtual dry and thirsty land, too, so until next time, God Bless all y’all and enjoy the Cathedrals singing I Thirst. (This is a really good one.)
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