
This filly is two weeks younger than Sparkle, but she is taller.

I think Sparkle looks pretty good though, don't you?

This filly is two weeks younger than Sparkle, but she is taller.

I think Sparkle looks pretty good though, don't you?
On Sunday we went to the local arena to watch some team roping. Check out these pictures; they start 'em young around there!
This kid was heading and heeling with his Shetland pony;
This youngster worked at getting the steer caught and didn't give up til he got the job done;
Yep; there were little ropin' cowkids an little ropin' ponies all over the place, and danged if they weren't doing a pretty good job, too!
This li'l gal was just lopin' around on that ole pony, having a grand time. She stayed out of the way of the ropers like these big boys:
Heeler missed his loop!With two arenas there, I reckon I'm going to get lots of riding in! I found out there are some cutting horse folks there too, so I might be able to take some lessons on Beamer.
Today is Ted's birthday, and as I drove away this morning, he looked quite forlorn, waving goodbye in the driveway. I'll be back soon, honey, and next time it'll be because I'm moving, not visiting!


My stock cane, which I decorated with my brand, hanging on a gate- yes, we had snow at the sale on Tuesday!
An Evening Grosbeak at 6 A.M. looking for breakfast.
Yellow always looks fabulous with red, as in this Strawflower;
and any colour looks great with black and white, according to Reba!
This evening the Chiropractor came back to check Sparkle. Her neck is much improved, and her hips were perfect. She did an adjustment on the neck, and found some spots that need massage. I think the little rascal really loves getting massaged, so that should be an easy program to follow with her.
She just had to roll in the mud, too! This filly has so much character, she is delightful to watch.
They were glad to get the sunflower seeds I put out, and even cleaned up the seeds that have fallen on the ground.
My mayday tree is just about to flower, hope this isn't too much of a setback for it!
Yup that's right; mowing snow! We woke up to about 4 inches of the white stuff. It seems that winter is not about to let us out of her tenacious grip just yet. On a good note, this should put an end to the fire ban- it's been so dry here that there have been raging grass fires and we weren't allowed to even have a fire in our backyard fire pit. Ted had pulled the lawn mower out of storage because the lawn was (just barely) in need of cutting, but then this! I checked the weather forecast in Creston; Ted is driving home today to a wonderful 27 degrees (that's 81 for you Fahrenheit folks!).
We still haven't found a place there so next weekend I'm heading down there to help look. Sure hope we find something soon!

He is the sweetest horse ever, and absolutely sure that he is the handsomest stallion in existence!(Of course, that could be because I keep telling him so!)
This scary creature is a bull that is related to the cow that caused my black eye; his eye really does show his cantankerous nature.
This is Sparkle showing off her inquisitive nature.
But this one is my most favourite of all; from my archives- the soft eye of Beamer.
Sparkle agrees that the girls rule; she is doing her best to be a princess. She loves her new paddock, and having Chickory to (rule) play with. I have discovered something about Chickory; last fall, when I bought her, I saw these marks on her butt, and thought they were because of a fungal infection. You gotta remember, it took me a couple of months to get her so that I could handle her.
If you look closely, you will see that they are actually scars, which I can finally see now that she is shedding out.
I have a finger on each scar in this photo, they are circular, puncture type; and there are a few lineal scars farther back as well as a couple of scratch-type scars on her other side. I'm guessing she survived a cougar attack, which goes a long way towards explaining her strong flight instinct.
Beamer is all done with breeding season now (unless someone books a mare in the next two weeks). He got a bath today, and I put his summer sheet on him to keep him clean- and then he goes and rolls and gets his mane all dirty as soon as he got back in his pen! Bad boy!
My sweetheart is home for the weekend; look what he brought me:

Isn't that the cutest teddy bear for my collection- yes, it's a bear, not a dog!
So now they have a little grass to eat as well as their hay. As you can see, the grass here is still a little slow in coming. But I was looking back in my photo archive from this time last year, and it was the same. I think it only feels slower this year because we had such a long cold winter that we are really pining for the freshness and beauty of spring in full swing. (Unlike Mikey, and Lisa, and my other blog buddies who are having a 100 degree heat wave!)
My husband will be here this weekend, won't he be pleased with me and my black eye! Sorry, honey. I won't be very pretty for you this weekend! It's dark purple; maybe tomorrow I'll get another photo: it should be more colourful by then! ;}
I have a theory about why she was particularly bad (other than never being handled and living like a wild critter on the range). Look at her, then look at this cow:
You can see that the white cow has no forward vision while the red cow has her eyes set so that she can see ahead;
this old girl , even when she turns her head, must have poor vision, as her eyes are quite sunken in her head. So you can imagine how she handles the world around her: if she can't see it, it must be dangerous, so she charges it. (You can see how she skinned herself up charging everything!) Getting back to my story, she wouldn't go into the pen; just stopped in the alley and took a run at anyone that came within twenty feet of her. So we tried crowding her with a system of gates, which eventually worked, but I, being the brave (foolhardy?) sort, opted to be the first one to try that, and she charged the gate. I wasn't quick enough to turn away and the gate caught me a glancing blow on my eyebrow bone, resulting in a cut and a wonderful black eye. Fortunately, I'm kinda hard-headed, I just mopped up and kept on working. So this morning, it looks much worse, and rather spectacular!
Cute, huh?
I usually massage her neck a little every day, which she loves, and that helped this feisty filly to stand still for her treatment.
Sparkle seemed to enjoy the treatment for the most part, but she did stamp her front foot a few times. Did I mention she's feisty? We'll do a follow up next Sunday, and meantime I'll continue to massage her. We'll have to change things a little when we breed Belle this morning; instead of tying Sparkle to the post, we'll build a small pen in front of mama to put her in, so that we don't undo the good we did on her neck.

This is the receiving alley at the Auction Market here I work. And animals of husbandry......


To honour Mother's Day, I dug into my archives from 1975, and found this photo of my mom and little sister Michele, taken at a backyard softball game. I love it because my mom was having such a good time, in contrast to my sister, who wasn't. This shot actually was taken in black and white back in the day. Happy Mother's Day to all moms reading this!


No problem!
He was havin' a blast, but tomorrow he has to go to work; Coyote Belle is in heat today, so tomorrow our breeding season starts.
"Breeding season! Now you got my attention!"
Gussie and Beamer did a wonderful job on this little girl, don't you think? She is 8 days old now.
Gussie's owner told me that she was watching the filly play the other day and she was doing flying lead changes every stride. Not only cute, but athletic too!
Whaddya think? This is Peppy, her full brother, at three weeks old. A little more white, but they sure are stamped out of the same mold! And yes, that is what a blue roan looks like before they shed out their baby hair.

This big boy had just come from being semen tested at the vets and he wasn't very happy..... (probably because the vet said that he wouldn't be visiting the cows anymore!)
I kinda laughed when I saw his ear tag; it says 60D but looks like it says God, which I'm sure he thought he was!
and I was real glad of the stout bars of the fence between us! Cattle prices are staying up a bit, but I think a lot of the older ranchers are getting out of the business- too much paper work and computer work these days for some of the old boys.
I was taking some photos for Sunday Stills Challenge; I've decided to do lines and animal husbandry. How about you?