So I don’t know if any of you lovelies have heard, but my part of the country has been under about 12-14inches of snow. Yup, you read that right. A blizzard rolled in on April 29th, and we’ve been without power since. Luckily One Cute Cowboy is a smart cookie and wired our house up where we could hook up his welder for electricity. Thank the Lord for cowboys!
So yesterday he and I blazed a trail from our house to my parent’s house, him in the front-end loader and me in my car behind him. A 5 minute drive, took us a little past 2 hours to make. There were drifts 7-8ft high on the road. We made it over there so he and my dad could go to our cattle with babies (and my donkey Izzy–she’s been on baby patrol) that’s about 25 miles North of town. Luckily a lot of the highway was fairly cleared off, but there’s 10 miles of dirt road that took some time. It took them all of 6 hours to get it all done, and praise God all the mamas, babies, and Izzy were doing good. They left a bale of hay for them and headed back.
Today the cowboys are out looking for/checking all of our cattle and babies. You see, here in the OK Panhandle, when snow comes in and then the wind blows across the plains at 45mph, it causes huge drifts on fences and the cattle just simply walk over. They can get as turned around in a snow storm as we can. So there have been cattle out all over the place, and in different pastures so they’re making sure all are accounted for.
On the electricity, town and country run on different lines, but the same company. Ours went out about 6:00 Saturday evening, and town’s went out around 10:00 that same night. The winds blew so hard and the rain and snow made the lines so heavy, that over 600 poles were down and they’re predicting to be without electricity for the next few days. So with that said, my mom and I drove to a near-by town, about 45 minutes away and filled up gas cans for our welder and the pickups (no electricity=no gas pumps in town) and got some groceries and dog/cat food, and headed home.
I got home to see a baby calf had been born in our pens (Yes we’re still in calving season, read all about it here.) Keep in mind we got near 2 in. Of rain before the snow, so our pens are pure mud, and I’m not talking a little muddy, I’m talking almost over my Muck boots, muddy! So this baby is standing (thankfully) and is stuck in mud. So I go in, and you know how mud can just suck you down in, like a vacuum affect, that’s what this little calves’ legs were doing, so I put one arm under his neck and the other around his bottom and pulled with all my might. He’s about a 60lb little calf. I got him out, much to his mama’s disapproval, but got him to a cleared off little paddock and let the mama out there with it. After that I hopped on our 4-wheeler (it’s now 65 degrees, what in the world is happening?!) and came to check on our bulls. I drove down here, and all were here, but there’s a baby sunning in the corner. So I call the cowboys, and they said that’s one that we’re missing in another pasture. (Once again, Praise the Lord!)
The cowboys came and we loaded the calf up and we had to load the calf on the 4-wheeler because it’s too muddy to get a trailer to it.