There is a wonderful children’s book called Something from Nothing. It’s by one of my favourite Canadian authors of that genre, Phoebe Gilman. I was reminded of this book recently when I decided to create something from nothing. Once the Continue reading
I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll try to blow your house down said the big bad wind. And try he did. I felt it shaking in the Continue reading
The wide open sky and the huge rolling hills alongside the cattle grazing filled my soul. The setting of this National Historic Site pulls at my roots. Continue reading
The big rolling foothills of Alberta is home to a ranch with deep roots. So deep that floods, fire, blizzards, politics and markets did not change its essence in over a century. Continue reading
Jot notes in a well worn diary of a self confessed Canadian junkie. One who has been to at least one Continue reading
I am too excited to wait for Sunday to post these photos so I changed the name from Sunday snapshots to spring snapshots.
The weather was awesome today so finally the Continue reading
The grass around my favourite fence is being mowed. The down side is they keep turning the horizontal posts around and are using the posts on the ground as field makers?? I have no idea why they keep moving them. They also keep turning the bench by the big pond upside down. I’ve given up on that one as it seems like a game to them and it’s heavy.
The year started out quite dry but we’ve as a fair amount of rain in the last 3 weeks. 75% of the cow patties have mushrooms. This could be tasty or deadly and we aren’t sure which so we aren’t going there. There are some super cool looking ones that’s for sure.
Here is the biggest downside. Turns out that yearlings like Saskatoon bushes and berries. They are not clean eaters and are apt to destroy undergrowth as they crash through the bush. There are 19 of them and they have all day to eat while I only have a few hours here and there to pick. The good news is they do not have arms nor hands so can’t get at all the tall ones.
Shortly after this picture the lead yearling tried to eat out of MY pail! They are very friendly and inquisitive but since the “cow” incident my dogs aren’t reciprocating. Breeze is right by my leg and Lucky gives them a way wider berth than he used to.
The yearlings are quite content for me to walk through them. This one wasn’t the least phased that I was talking and quite close by. They often came by to watch Ron put the siding on the tractor shed; he felt it was for the “moosic”.
Now momma cow and baby are quite a different story and we all give each other a wide berth. The calf did come up to the fence line to check out the cat the other night.
It’s been a year since we made the decision to employ cattle as lawn mowers of our native prairie. The pluses far outweigh the negatives. The fence line is now part of the landscape. The cattle are a source of entertainment and are earning their “keep” so to speak.
I’ve grown accustomed to the vista and it fills my soul up. I am a wide open spaces prairie girl. The years in Vancouver proved that. Heck even a trip to ski in the mountains reconfirms it.
So the question, for me, is whether or not a Continue reading
Right then, it seems most people already think we are a little bit crazy, so perhaps no one will be surprised when I say we went Continue reading
Our house is perched on the corner of native prairie grasslands. We chose that location on our plot of land for several reasons which I will expand on as it relates to a recent decision and an Continue reading