Fun in the sun

 The calves felt great after our blizzard. These are just a few of the photos I got of them fighting, playing, running and jumping.

Let's play.

 Then there was this guy...

 So happy and excited!

 

 

 All together now.

 Bored.

 Yippee!

 Why are you no fun?

Irresponsible kids! I am not with them.

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After the storm

Perhaps you watch the weather and heard about the west getting pounded with snow this week? We were right in the path of the storm, and couldn't have been happier about the prospective moisture! However, it did come in blizzard form, which wasn't anyone's first choice, but dry as it has been around here no one was complaining.
When we have a blizzard, we try to get our cattle fed up ahead of time, then we leave them alone during the storm. Our rough, deep draws (small canyons) provide awesome protection, and our cows are used to taking care of themselves. If we were to try to feed in the middle of a blizzard, it would cause the cows to leave their protection, and result in more problems and calf deaths than if we just leave them alone. The cows will hole up somewhere out of the elements, and keep their calves warm and cared for too.
Everyone was fed well on Monday, then left alone as several inches of snow and some serious winds blew through our part of Wyoming Monday afternoon through Tuesday night. Today our top priority was getting our cows fed, which took extra time and equipment compared to a normal feed day. Here's how it went:

First ones out on the county road this morning, which was hard to see at times.

This is always a problem spot. While my mom, sister and I were in the lead until here, we had to stop and wait for backup.

Here he comes, working his way through.

Getting closer. Aside from us, one other family will be grateful for this road being cleared so they can feed their livestock too.

Making an extra pass to help those of us in pickups get through.

I was the cake pickup driver.

My brother and his girlfriend Sam were in the hay pickup. Everyone came to help feed this morning so they could see the cattle, help, and find out how much snow we really got. This is the most moisture we've had in well over a year, and the first blizzard in just as long. We were all excited about the moisture and concerned about our animals.

We got plenty of snow blown into some places, and I got stuck.

and pushed out

 

 

We eventually made it the roughly 6 miles from our house to where we were feeding - a carefully selected, south facing bowl out of the wind and right next to one of our rough draws. This was also where the cattle were fed prior to the storm, after taking into account which direction the wind was expected to blow out of, and which way the cattle would drift as a result. We always make sure we feed in a location that causes the cattle to drift into a draw when a blizzard or cold weather hits.

 

 

 There was more getting stuck, With our sagebrush and rolling plains, sometimes it's very difficult to tell where the snow is deep.

 Dad packed a path in the snow prior to feeding.

 The cows came from various directions,

 However, the majority trickled in from this draw, called Cedar Draw, which was where we hoped they would end up. While you can't see it in my photo, this draw includes shear cliff walls several stories high in places, thick brush and cedar trees, sandstone overhangs, some that are almost caves, and many twists and turns, all of which are about perfect for a cow to weather a storm in. You can only get a horse across it in about four places along its approximately 1/2 mile length.

 As more cows arrived, dad ran a couple straw bales through the hay buster, both to fill and warm up the cows and to give the calves something warm and dry to lay on.

 He unloaded  the bales off the stuck hay pickup, and worked a long time on getting him out of there.

When everyone arrived, we fed the cake and dad ran a combination of oat, grass and alfalfa hay through the hay buster for them.

 

 

 I took a lot of pictures - several of the cute calves. It was great to see so many newborns arrive healthy and alive. It's one thing to know they'll probably be fine, and another to know and see them and make sure all is well. No one rested real well the last couple days as the bad weather went through as a result of worrying over our livestock, in addition to being excited to actually be getting some decent moisture.

 Finally, we headed home. Here's the bunch from the road. Tucked out of the wind, getting full, and still right beside a good draw in case it gets cold and windy tonight.

 Then we ate lunch, while heading out to the second bunch to feed them. Normally our feed days are done at 12:30 p.m. at the latest. We weren't even done with the first bunch by that time today. So, dad and I ate on the go to make sure we had plenty of time to get our second bunch of younger cows fed, regardless of any setbacks we might encounter.

 Off we go, up another one mile of two-track road with our hay and cake.

 Our three year olds were also stragically fed so they would drift into this draw, which also offers great protection. While the cows looked a little rough, I'm not sure these guys even noticed there was a storm. They were happy and content.

 The same process was repeated. They were fed a combination of grass and alfalfa hay and also given a straw bale, mainly as bedding, and filler if they want it.

 Here's my dad laying in some straw in another little bowl that drops right into the draw for the calves in this bunch.

It was immediately put to use.

And after that, at 4 p.m., we were finished for the day. While the blizzard may have made feeding more difficult and time consuming today, it also provided us with desperately needed moisture that will be the difference between selling out and making it another year for some people. We're all very grateful for it, and the chances we have for more later this week!

Lambing in the Mountains

My guy is lambing, and due to the less than ideal spring weather, he hasn't been able to get his ewe's shorn yet.
Every year in Wyoming sheep producers must dodge storms and work around busy shearing crews to get their herds shorn before lambing. If you don't get shorn before lambing the wool gets much dirtier, and in range lambing situations the ewe's tend to lose more lambs because they don't realize it's cold with their wool still on, and their lambs can't find a teat to nurse on through all the wool. Nobody likes to start lambing before shearing is done, but every once in a while it happens, and there's nothing you can do about it.




The weather is what got my guy caught with wooled sheep lambing, as a number of spring storms have rolled through the part of the state he lives in during recent weeks. Shearing wet sheep will ruin clipper blades, and shearers don't like that. Wet wool is also less than ideal, so these ewes are wearing their wool until it drys out enough to be removed.




Things like poor weather don't stop mother nature, and lambs will be born on time. Fortunately my guy has a nice field next to his house, where they're lambing (this is not the field in the above picture). He keeps a close eye on his sheep to ensure their lambs don't chill down and die in this cold and snowy weather.
Regardless of whether ewes have wool on them or not, they still need to be watched at the elevation the guy lives at. It gets much colder than where I'm from, on average, and newborn lambs are susceptible to the elements. He spends a lot of time with his sheep right now because he wants them to live, and is willing to give them extra care and attention to make sure they do.



Most are just fine, and the ewes do a good job keeping their lambs warm and fed for the most part. Once a baby lamb is up and has had the first all-important drink of colostrum, his chances of surviving go up significantly. It's that time period just after birth that's most critical for survival.

Despite all the efforts on the guy, and the ewe's part, there are those born during particularly cold, windy mornings (Saturday), who get cold and chill down faster than the ewe can lick them off and get them up and drinking. In those cases my guy brings the ewe and lamb(s) into a shed to care for them and ensure they live...well with sheep that means you try your hardest and they decide to whether live or die.

No matter how cold and miserable it is outside, he is out there making sure each newborn is warm and fed. If they're not, he takes as much time as is needed to make sure they get that way. This is just another example of the lengths ranchers will go to in order to ensure the health and livilihood of their livestock.

Here are two cold lambs that were born on a windy and freezing morning last Saturday. We brought them inside, put them under a couple heat lamps, rubbed them vigorously to get their blood flowing and fed them some warm milk to get them warmed up on the inside too. Their mom was also brought in and took over after our initial efforts. After a few hours of touch and go, especially for the lamb furthest away, I am happy to report these both lived and were turned back out a day after their birth, healthy and ready to go.