Got better than an inch of rain last night. The lying rain gauge said 2 inches, but there was a flat sided cake pan setting on the steps and it measures an inch with a ruler. Guess I need to throw the gauge away. It came from a so-so bank I don’t use, so you know you don’t want to trust it’s judgment too much! 😉
Branded at a neighbors yesterday. I had to leave early as Cindy called me to tell me the cattle were on their way. I guessed at how long they would take to get here, left after the bigger bunch was done and the trucks started pulling in about 10 minutes after I did.
Then another load came from a buddy over east of here and me and the owner of the other cattle killed time until he got here. He brought me a couple of real gentle horses to try out. I know some people who are looking for a horse for their children and the wife. Hopefully one of these will work and the other will be a good safe mount for my grandkids until the smaller younger horse, Crackerjack gets some more years and riding on him.
Cindy and I drove around up the creek, looking at cattle and shutting some gates. Got another branding today but because of rain they are going to wait until after dinner and see if it dries up. Should as the wi9nd is supposed to blow.
In the evening Cindy talked to the vet where Spike was and we decided to go check on him and hopefully bring him home. He was a sad little puppy. But Cindy loaded him up and he seems a lot happier now that he is home. They got him hydrated and on some pills for his stomach and hopefully he will mend fast.
Here’s a few pictures from up the creek. Click on them to embiginate.
Dennisranch 
Great photos! Glad the pup is feeling better.
I got this bit of verse from the Bar D Bar site one time and your great pics made me think of this poem.
THE WEST
Your laugh when we call it God’s country,
Where ‘men are men’ makes you smile;
you’re close to your neighbours in cities
while our nearest may be thirty miles.
But you’ll tramp ’round a city for ages
till the hide’s wore plum off your feet,
and you’ll never hear said to a stranger
‘Get down, come in, and let’s eat.’
Thanks for the post and pics.
I go there at least ,once a week. Great little verse! Any idea who wrote it JJ?
I love the light commin through the clouds.. AWESOME SHOT DAD!!!! WTG!!!
Man, it looks sooo green.. I can’t wait to go out this weekend… 😀 I’m SOOO Stoked… 😉
I just tried to find that poem JB and couldn’t. I think I remember that it came from the poet Yvonne Hollenbeck who commented that she’d found it amongst her mother’s papers and stuff. It had been written out I think in her mother’s hand, but no author was written. So I wonder if it wasn’t her mother’s poem. Guess we’ll never know, but say if you want some very good readin’, Yvonne Hollenbeck is mighty fine. Ranks way up there with me anyway.
Yeah, I know Yvonne pretty well. She has a nice husband. They ranch down south east of us almost at the Nebraska line. Thanks for trying!
I will try again, I was near the end of a real long day and sorta run out of gas. Not surprised that you know Yvonne bein’ she is from God’s country too. I know all it’s all His country. But I have a special place in my heart for the west.
I have friends in your neck of the woods that if you don’t know I could imagine you know of them. Carl and Anna Lee Humphrey. Salt of the earth ranchers ( now retired ) they are and live in Wasta. Used to ranch near New Underwood. And I don’t know him personally, but their grandson Loren Opstedahl has earned his stripes with shearing sheep. Anna Lee sends clippings and such.
Yeah, I know Carl. And also Loren. Loren’s little brother, Laramie shoes my horses for me.
As they say, “it’s a small world” …
Real plesed you know Carl and I bet his grandson’s are fine men too.