While some Republicans have been watching the crowded field of hopeful presidential contenders with bated breath, Gramps and I have been just trying to live life, get our wheat planted, calves weaned, watch lunar eclipses with our dogs, and so forth. We haven’t really made up our minds which of the hopeful Republicans we want to win, but we’ve agreed it’s not the one who looks like a squirrel crawled onto his head and died.
As I was saying, Gramps and I sat outside on the balmy night of the lunar eclipse and shared some popcorn with the dogs while we watched. Our daughter-in-law #1 took the awesome photos above. I took the one below.
Wheat planting time has arrived in the southern plains. We don’t grow wheat for grain anymore, but have been sowing winter wheat and triticale seed for grazing cattle through the winter.
Gramps is a man of many talents and pretty handy to have around. He built a new corral, cow shed, and sorting pens on one of our farms this summer, which we got to try out this week as we sorted cows and weaned their calves. I took this short clip of Gramps freeing a heifer from where she had poked her head through the fence and couldn’t get it back out. He is not hitting her; he hit the bar beside her to give her some room to remove her head. The beautiful, new sorting pen is now bent.
We moved the weaned calves to another farm where Son #2 and Gramps ran them through the chute. The heifers got off with ear-tagging and treatment for parasites and flies, but the bull calves had the unhappy experience of getting separated from their…er…bull stuff.
I’ve gotta git this time, but as always, thank you for checking out our slice of life from southwest Oklahoma. God bless all y’all and enjoy the guys of Alabama doing an awesome job on The Old Rugged Cross.