Lion in March

Cows and calves in the Upper Meadow before the storm
Home Ranch
photo by Sharon O'Toole

Cows, calves and Long Mountain on March 25th
Home Ranch
photo by Sharon O'Toole
March came in like a lion, and it gives every promise of going out like a lion as well. We have had a couple of weeks of exceptionally warm weather, snow melt, and even the hint of green grass. These signs of spring should all be arriving here in mid-April or so, and this early warmth has us plenty worried. Now as if to thumb her nose at all the coffee shop prognosticators, Mother Nature has delivered to us a good wet snowstorm. This storm has snarled plans and stopped traffic all over the state.
We have one band of yearling ewes on the trail from winter to spring pasture—a trek of some fifty miles. They were blown out in this storm and some of them mixed with our neighbor’s sheep. As soon as it dries up, we will be setting up corrals and sorting—that is, as soon as we find them all. They have walked before the storm, and we’ll find them safe in a sheltered draw, but we’ll sleep better at night once that is in the past instead of the future.
We are tied not only to the land, our livestock, and the other species who share this life with us. We are also intimately tied to the weather, so that drought feels like thirst on a dry tongue, a blizzard burns like frost-bitten toes, and a glorious spring day feels like heaven.

Cows and calves in the Lower Meadow, March 29th
Home Ranch
photo by Sharon O'Toole

Crow under Flat Top
Home Ranch
photo by Sharon O'Toole
