This is the view out my office window: the grass is struggling to grow through cold nights; the winter stock of hay is almost gone; most days are gray and wet. But, spring is welcome in the Ozarks: dry ponds, creeks and ground water are filling; cows are basking in the warming sun rays; they are looking for the sweet little green stalks ruffling out of the ground; and calves are arriving every day as we strategize to bid their older mates goodby. Green birds of winter are turning on summer yellow — birds of all feather are singing out territory and squabbling in something that sounds like joy to an outsider. It’s a nice turn of season on the ranch.
It’s been awhile since posting — because I have not gotten out to take pictures of calves. Now I can go out and take pictures of calves and cold winter!
As always in Missouri, we are at the fringe of jet stream acrobatics. That means we never know what’s going on. Today, I could see a snow-cloud shelf heading north to northwest, but the sun was shining here. The farm is in the cold belt however. We expect -10 wind chill for the first second of 2018 — no bonfires that night!
Yeah, bonfires do warm things up, but on nights like this New Year, you can melt your coat trying to stay warm on only one side! Dancing around the fire is to keep rolling the warmth more than joy of dancing flame. There is that, too, though…
CowJam returned to the ranch after the inaugural event in 2012. Just so you know, it’s a chance to jam out in a space where no one cares about the noise, the bonfires or the bad-ish jokes… Purdue college friends get together to celebrate music and laugh about their lives before they really got out into the world… where they all fashioned quite different lives, unimaginable back then. We think the cows at least perked up ears for melodies and rhythms fronting the wind through hills and valleys during perfect cool afternoons and evenings at the farm.