I’ve had many people tell me they wonder what a typical day at a Texas ranch might be like. So last year I published a post detailing a day in our lives here in our NE Texas paradise. But that was during the heat & drought of summer, a very different kind of day than in the cold of winter.
So I thought it would be fun to let you walk around with us today to see what a day at the ranch is like when it’s c-c-c-cold outside! C’mon, put on your mud boots, bundle up in your heaviest coveralls, grab your gloves & follow me – it’ll be a blast!
When RancherMan & I built our home here on the homestead, I was pretty adamant that I wanted an underground storm shelter. I mean, I was born in & spent much of my childhood in Central Oklahoma.
Although I loved it there I considered it tornado ally. I remember many stormy tornado-warning nights that my parents would awake me and my siblings and place us in the hallway for safety from the potential hazards should a tornado come too close.
And it’s funny how those emotions carry with you into adulthood. Even today although I absolutely love the rolling thunder and am awestruck by thick dark clouds. But when the wind kicks up I nervously pace. And if it kicks up a lot I’m almost inconsolable.
Thankfully RancherMan can soothe me most times. But when you hear your tiny city mentioned on that radio followed by the words “Take Cover IMMEDIATELY”… Well, I needed more than soothing – I needed SAFETY from the storm!
While strolling through the pastures RancherMan & I discovered a new form of life – a hybrid hippo & bovine – COWopotamus!
C’mon by & sit a spell! Come hang out at our Facebook Page. It’s like sitting in a front porch rocker with a glass of cold iced tea – lots of good folks sharing! You can also follow along on Pinterest,Twitteror Instagram.
Panic sat in when RancherMan came rushing into the house saying he found the pasture gate open and the two weaning heifers were missing.
We frantically searched the barn paddock and the south pasture, tree lines, creeks, etc. but they were nowhere to be found. Apparently they had nosed the chain enough to unlatch the gate. Then they simply walked down our driveway, out to the road and disappeared.
With our hearts pounding we jumped in the car and started down our county road, quickly looking in the open pastures as we drove along. As my head throbbed, visions of potential outcomes were going through my mind.
What if they went toward the highway? Or they got hit by a car? What if someone got hurt? Where do we even start to look? What if we can’t find them?