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June 29, 2008

DROPS OF RAIN

For some
it comes down
like a sprinkle of rain
as if from heaven –

a slow soaker, shirt
matted to the flesh, that
bare-chested feeling
reborn again – even

spun in summer’s clutch
of dust and drought.
No urgency or rush
to that last embrace

when winter waits
for everyone, each
moment counts
like drops of rain.

June 27, 2008

Valley of a Thousand Smokes

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Kaweah River as it enters the Valley


We have hundreds of new fires in northern California, tinder dry after two years of drought, our visibility here limited to about a mile during this past week. “Valley of a Thousand Smokes,” the natives called the San Joaquin. The smoke and dust as we wean calves is hard on the lungs and eyes of men and beasts, but the weather’s cooled into the low 90s – forecasts in the 100s by the weekend.

Robbin’s collarbone seems to be healing well. Shorthanded without her, and Chuck on another fire in Napa, Clarence and I have enlisted my son’s help. We’re tickled with his youthful humor.


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2008 calves

June 16, 2008

June16, 2008

The weather’s warmed into the 100s, shorthanded we continue to wean calves. Fires around the state this past week have pulled our right-hand man away from Dry Creek. Robbin’s collarbone is healing, which leaves the gathering, feeding and processing to Clarence and I, 10 years his junior. We’re plodding methodically towards an end that’s not yet in sight, but making progress.

June 8, 2008

June Sabbath

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Red-headed Decons


Robbin and I grabbed a thermos of coffee early this morning to catch these Turkey Vultures drying their feathers. With more weaning yet to do, we got the calves below out of bed. Mid-90s with pleasant breezes.


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2008 Weaned Calves


June 2, 2008

Tailor Bob

Yesterday, while fevered-up with some new foreign strain of the flu, I was nodding in and out of sleep as Errol Flynn played Custer on the Western Channel. “They Died With Their Boots On,” the 1941 version of George Armstrong Custer as a duty-bound hero who rode to the Little Big Horn apparently knowing that he and his men would not return. I thought of my friend Henry Real Bird and the Crows’ annual reenactment of that battle, the Canadian-Montanan phrase “the last-best west” and James Earle Fraser’s sculpture, “The End of the Trail” that slumped among Visalia’s Valley Oaks at Mooney’s Grove for 48 years.

But nothing like a fever to take you down a notch or two, or undermine delusions that we Americans have the inside track on good management decisions, both political and business, but Roger Cohen’s Op-Ed piece in the New York Times (June 2, 2008), “The World is Upside Down” is the ‘tailor bob,’ the end of the thread that most Americans cannot yet wrap their minds around. Link: (copy and paste)

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/06/02/opinion/l02cohen.html?_r=1&th&emc=th&oref=

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