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December 13, 2008

Love in the Red Desert

Today we turned the bucks into the ewes.

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Ewes, awaiting their suitors
Red Desert
photo by Pat O'Toole

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The suitors with Pequino
Red Desert, oilfield road
photo by Pat O'Toole

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Tono, taking them in the right direction
Red Desert
photo by Pat O'Toole

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Bucks on unreclaimed gas pipeline, with poisonous Halogeton
Red Desert
photo by Pat O'Toole

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Love at first sight
Red Desert
photo by Pat O'Toole

There were other photos but this is a family blog.

You can see the dry conditions, but a major storm came in this afternoon. We are a little nervous because in 2007, we had a dry fall. On December 15th it started snowing and didn't quit until June. For now we welcome the badly needed moisture.

December 12, 2008

Bellwether

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Pepe and Dunkin, June 18, 2008
Loco, Savery Creek
photo by Sharon O'Toole

Sometimes, for one reason or another, a lamb ends up as an orphan. We call them bum lambs, because they try to "bum" milk from ewes not their mother. In Nevada, they are known as "leppies" although I'm not sure why. We usually bring them home and raise them on a bottle until they can graduate to grass and grain pellets. Bum lambs have a lower survival rate than lambs with moms. It is critical that they receive colostrum, which is the first anti-body laden milk that comes from the ewe. We often rob some of this thick golden elixir to give to orphan lambs, for without it, they usually succumb to disease, sooner or later.

Pepe found Dunkin standing next to a dead mother. I don't know why she died, but Dunkin was a lucky lamb. Pepe (who has never done this before) took Dunkin under his wing and kept him as a pet. Here are a series of pictures showing Dunkin throughout the past seven months, thriving as I have never seen a bum lamb thrive. I attribute this to the vast amounts of lamb milk replacer he consumed, along with horse oats, as well as Pepe's TLC. We actually packed lamb milk replacer ( a powder) on mules to Pepe's high mountain camp last summer, along with Pepe's groceries, dog food, and sheep salt.

Dunkin was born a buck lamb, and while we eventually convinced Pepe to castrate his pet, he never did dock his tail. Dunkin spent the summer following Pepe's band of sheep to the summer pastures, playing with the other lambs, and sleeping with the sheepdogs under the sheep camp and by Pepe's tent. Given Dunkin's superior social skills, with people, sheep and dogs, we decided to keep him as a bell wether. A wether is a neutered male sheep, and the original meaning of bellwether is a sheep who leads the others into a corral or pen.

The final photo shows Dunkin outside looking in, as his peers are loaded onto a semi, destined for a feedlot in South Dakota, and eventually, fine dining establishments. He still has the ewes and the ewe lambs for company.

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Pepe, Dunkin, Marie and George
Dudley Creek, Routt Forest, July 3rd
photo by Sharon O'Toole

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Pepe, Dunkin and Megan
Farwell Mountain, Routt Forest, August 8th
photo by Sharon O'Toole

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Pepe and Dunkin
Routt Forest, September 29th
photo by Pat O'Toole

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Pepe, Dunkin in hunting season, October 31st
Cottonwood corrals, north of Dixon
photo by Sharon O'Toole

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Dunkin, saying goodbye to his friends
Badwater, November 15th
photo by Sharon O'Toole

December 2, 2008

Pregnancy Testing

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Seamus helps Pat with the hydraulic chute
Home Ranch
photo by Sharon O'Toole

Each fall, after the cows are shipped, it's time to pregnancy check the cows. They have spent the summer living the good life, grazing on the high altitude, high protein grasses of the Sierra Madres. After the calves are weaned and shipped, the vet comes to check the cows. In the summer, a cow has two jobs: raise her calf and get pregnant with next year's calf. If she fails at one of these jobs, it is likely that she will make her next stop at, well, McDonald's. If she fails at both, her fate is sealed.

Our vet, Warner McFarland, comes out from Rawlins, Wyoming, some 100 road miles away. This is cow-calf country, so he spends several months preg checking thousands of cows. It is a manury business, since he must manually probe the uterus through the rectum. He further gets a visual image of the fetus with his ultrasound machine. This helps determine the gestational age of the calf. If the cow is due to calve at a later date than we want, she is likely to be sold to someone who wants a calf born in that time period.

While the cows are in the chute, we check their teeth, their udders, and vaccinate them. We listen for Warner's welcome cry of "pregnant!"

This year our banker, Morgan Larson, Bank of Wyoming, even showed up and helped out. They are, he noted, a "full service bank."

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Warner preg checking with an ultrasound machine
photo by Sharon O'Toole

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Sharon vaccinating the cows
photo by Meghan Lally

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George helping out at the chute
photo by Sharon O'Toole

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Pat marking a broken mouth cow
photo by Sharon O'Toole

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Meghan's office
photo by Sharon O'Toole

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Warner McFarland, up close and personal with his client Donna Connor
photo by Sharon O'Toole

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Pat and Bruiser, through the bars
photo by Sharon O'Toole

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Seamus with his steely blue eyes
photo by Sharon O'Toole

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About Pat & Sharon O'Toole

Sharon O'Toole
Pat and Sharon O’Toole are ranchers in the Little Snake River Valley near Savery, Wyoming, right on the Colorado-Wyoming border. They raise cattle, sheep, horses, dogs and children. Pat “immigrated” from Florida in 1970. He attended Colorado State University, where he met Sharon when both worked for the campus newspaper. Sharon grew up on their ranch, where they live and work with her father, their daughter, son and granddaughter (soon to be grandchildren!). Pat is a “water buffalo” and has served in the Wyoming House of Representatives (1986-1992), on the President’s Western Water Policy Review Advisory Commission, and is the current President of the Family Farm Alliance, which advocates for farmers, ranchers and irrigators. Sharon is an author, poet and journalist. She writes extensively on Western issues and is a columnist for “The Shepherd” magazine. Pat and Sharon are the parents of three children: Meghan, 27; Bridget, 26; and Eamon, 20.
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