Midsummer on the Farm

We’re halfway through the summer season now, and like always, it’s a dance between the weather, the land, and the livestock.

The calves are growing well, strong and curious, and we’re in that sweet spot where the pasture’s still holding green, but the heat’s beginning to build in the afternoons. The cows know it too; by midday, they’ve all tucked themselves under shade, flicking their tails and chewing cud.

Grass is coming on slow this year. The spring was late, and the June rain held just long enough to keep us guessing. Brian’s been in the tractor more days than not, and I don’t think anyone’s made it through a full cup of coffee without a call on the radio. That’s how it goes, though: nothing waits for you out here.

We fixed a stretch of fencing along the upper pasture last week after a few curious steers got bold. Earl says the fence has been there longer than most people in town, and I believe him.

Still, the posts needed replacing.

Most days end the same: hands washed, boots off, one more walk through the yard before nightfall to check the gates. We’re getting our plans for fall calves coming into focus, and a growing list of little things that need doing before harvest gets serious.

But it’s a good season so far. Quiet, in that way that isn’t quiet at all.

Thanks for keeping up with us. We will write again soon.

Until next time, still ranching -