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June 30, 2010

Centaury - long stemmed

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Centaury - Zeltnera exalta - long-stemmed
Dry Creek
June 29, 2010

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Centaury - Zeltnera exalta - long-stemmed
Dry Creek
June 29, 2010

It seems that I've been driving by this clump of centaury along the driveway for weeks, too busy to photograph. At the tail-end of its bloom, these are anemic examples of what they were at the beginning of June, blooming a week or two behind the larger and more flamboyant venusta. These flowers are about 3/8ths of inch in diameter and are liable to go unseen in the taller dry grasses. The late spring rains seem to have brought large populations of both varieties this year.

June 29, 2010

Back from the Vet

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Back from the vet for about a week, the Mule is on the job with limited duty. Eddie and Steve at the Exeter Mercantile performed miraculous surgery. The frame is tweaked every which way as the spring hangers in the bottom photo partially attest. I am still dumbfounded how Eddie managed to square the box, roll bars and seat. Finally figured how to get the air out of the cooling system, so all is running well again. Waiting on a plug-in wiring harness for the taillights. Leaving the dented left side panel on the box as a reminder.

Weaned Calves 2010

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Steers

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Heifers

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#246 (Angus bull x registered Hereford cow)

We have been weaning and preconditioning our calves, and culling cows, since the middle of May. It’s been a good year with plenty rain, plenty feed and fairly high prices, one of those rare combinations that occurs about every thirty years. My Dad claimed his second such season since 1951, in 1978, about one per generation. This is our second since 1978.

Yet to be processed for their second round of vaccinations and EID tags, the calves have weighed-up nicely – steers and heifers averaging over 700 lbs.

We’re trying to dance to our own tune, go our own speed, up early to beat the heat as we get a load ready for the Internet and try to find a home for the balance of our steers and the light-end of our heifers. The heavy-end of our heifers will be bred to Wagyu bulls in the middle of November.

June 28, 2010

IN THE HEAT

Hatch after hatch,
the bugs and quail
don’t loose sleep

over the economy,
don’t care about
the War on Terror.

One hundred degrees
in the shade
heifers shift bellies,

wonder where
gentle kicking
comes from.

Dominion over all
things – we couldn’t
run a lemonade stand.

June 27, 2010

‘Gasland’, the documentary

Judging by the media, corporate America, or rather global corporations, have most people questioning the free-enterprise mantra of Capitalism and modern colonialism. Wall Street’s not as attractive as it was before the dot.com ‘boom and crash’, or after the recent banking crisis when derivatives were held like assets by reputable companies and brokerage houses. A person would be better off buying a lottery ticket than investing in the stock market today. And now that we can actually see and hear from who’s in charge at BP, I’m shocked by their self-righteous arrogance and lame excuses. But see ‘Gasland’ on HBO, winner of the Special Jury Prize at Sundance 2010 – if you dare.

It’s hard to say what’s happened – maybe it’s been happening all along and we just now see it – but finding any truth on Wall Street or in Washington D.C. would be purely accidental. They’ve all been in bed so long together that they whisper the same lies.

Talk, lots of talk, but they also act the same, or better put, don’t act in the same way. It’s gridlock by top-heavy management driven by better earnings quarterly, or gridlock by political appointees of appointees who hope they won’t have to do anything to ride on the taxpayer’s gravy train. It’s a sadder joke than the Emperor’s new clothes because there are so many of them paraded before us who are supposed to be in charge.

Where do we go from here. The War on Terror has taken a backseat to the injuries we’ve inflicted upon ourselves, as well as the impacts of earthquakes and volcanoes, not to mention extreme weather everywhere. We’ve got real things to worry about right here at home.

Somehow, we’ve got to get back to basics. I suggest we all revisit Abraham Maslow’s ‘Hierarchy of Human Needs’.

Start with: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maslow's_hierarchy_of_needs

June 21, 2010

GHOST TOWN

Nothing left to extract for free,
the romance of living off the land
has been a business well-before

Kerouac rode the rails or Woody
rambled. With no stone unturned,
it’s been a myth since Turner closed

the Frontier Saloon, since the town
went bust and rats owned the street.
We are, at last, citified – cultureless

clones at the free-choice feed bunk,
safe diversions teasing senses for a price.
Call it what you will, but it’s gone.

June 8, 2010

Horse or Mule

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Mule: Belly-up

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Unfortunately, the Kawasaki Mule got away from me yesterday morning when I stopped to pick up a sack of mineral supplement that I’d lost a couple of weeks before along the road up the mountain. The weight of five bales of hay (600 lbs.) and the incline were more than the emergency brake could handle, apparently, slipping slightly before I got out. As the only parking/locking device, I reset it and sat there to make sure it would hold. Bent over to pick up the sack, I saw the Mule moving out of the corner of my eye. I was part way back in the saddle as it accelerated (free-wheeled) downhill backwards. Though I thought I could get all the way in before it went over the edge, I wasn’t confident that I could get to the brake peddle while it was still on the road. End over end, crashing trees and brush, scattering hay bales, fencing tools and cameras, it came to rest a couple hundred feet below.

I’m OK, though upset with the shape of the Mule. The fine line between humor and tragedy depends on how it all ends. Horse or mule, there are no guarantees.

June 7, 2010

THIS SIDE OF THE SIERRA MADRES

Along the road, my old genetics
shine this year, Longhorn cows
to graze the ridgetops, calves

I never branded still producing
for someone else, I recognize
like lost children. Yes, Virginia,

these old girls remember: born
too late to brand, worked through
the wire despite the warnings

from strangers in Cuyama
before he arrived. Descended
from the Spanish kings,

old bluster and bravado
absorbed by time – recollection
rides on spotted hides.

June 6, 2010

DOCS NO SOX

Filling the hole – covering the other half
of the dance that blessed uneven ground
and unforgiving circumstance with heart

and elegance – took time, each scoop spilled
and built around your crimson rose petals,
garden yarrow ripening beside a bouquet

of purple brodiaea wound with pink centaury.
Domestic and wild, the mystic and suddenly
symbolic branded in brilliant colors savored

between each bucketful until the last full
moment was eclipsed with dark, damp earth.
It took time to find and feel hydraulic grace,

smooth and efficient gestures of respect
for the horse you groomed beneath the blue
oaks with dear words, a bucket of oats,

show sheen and fly spray on softest hair,
his forelock finally full. And as you waited
for the vet, the atrophied old man followed

to the lone oak shade near the open hole –
souls making promises on a cool breeze,
one last walk to the bottom of all things.

                March 21, 1980 – June 4, 2010

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March 21, 2010



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June 1, 2010

Greasy Cove - Memorial Weekend 2010

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Friday, May 28
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Saturday, May 29
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Sunday, May 30
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Tuesday, June 1

Greasy Cove was created by Lake Kaweah at the confluence of Greasy Creek and the Kaweah River. A secluded part of the lake frequented by fishermen and party-going houseboats all summer, high water mark against the dry feed from Memorial weekend through the 4th of July. I took this series while going up and down the mountain gathering cows and calves to wean – a sigh of relief today.

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