On the Ranch Journal
At a Meeteetse, Wyoming rodeo this past summer, Jess Griffin lends a helping hand to
a bull rider who is hung up in his rope. Copyright credits: www.cowboyimages.net
|Cris Paravicini has lived and ranched
in Wyoming all of her life. These are excerpts from her diary of daily
life on the family Pearson Angus Ranch northwest of Daniel...
November 1 - 10 Belooowwww Zerrrroooo
November 1 - 9, 2000 Diary
Thursday, November 2 Rudy and I doctored a bull calf with an ear infection. Just like with puny, little kids, this time of year brings on the need for extra attention and TLC. The calf is expected to show signs of marked improvement within 24 hours and will make a full recovery from this "bug."
Friday, November 3 Cold winds still sweeping the valley floors.
Each day finds us distributing more and more feed and supplements to the
animals. The fresh, green hay smells so good and the livestock seems so
appreciative of our efforts to keep them "blooming."
Saturday, November 4 Rudy and I helped my cousin and a friend work their cows and preg test the first-calf heifers, then we hauled all of 'em from the Upper Green to their Daniel Valley home for the winter. Lots of deer crossing the roadways from start to finish. Had to drive with extreme caution. Saw a fantastic buck deer in the headlights at one point in the journey.
Sunday, November 5 The family all worked at sawing and stacking
winter firewood. Still more to do by dark. Will return to the project another
Monday, November 6 Neighboring ranchers bought some bull calves from us today. Got the proper brand inspection done on them and then they hauled 'em off to their ranches.
Tuesday, November 7 National and Local Elections! Went to cast our ballots in the afternoon. Stopped at my sister's home to trim the pony's feet.
Wednesday, November 8 Still don't know the important results
of the dramatic race for the new United States Presidential spot. Very
frustrating having to helplessly watch all the sorting of the credible
and incredible! Guess I'm just impatient, but still confident that the
wheels of democracy will roll in the right direction...eventually. Perhaps
this is one that the Will of the Divine will have to settle.
Thursday, November 9 More bull calves are loaded into their new
owners' horse trailers. These sales are making lots of room in the corrals
to wean our replacement heifer calves very soon.
November 10 - 17, 2000 Diary
Friday, November 10 Heavy, gray clouds clung to the morning sky-dropped two inches of dry snow, then feeling lighter, the clouds floated away. Rudy went to town to pick up a load of mineral salt for the livestock.
Saturday, November 11 15 below zero...Veteran's Day here in America
and Remembrance Day in our neighboring country of Canada. What a coincidence,
too, because "The Eagle Has Landed!" It was rather an exciting day for
us, because "our pet" Bald Eagle pair returned to the valley while we were
feeding the calves in the river lot this morning. Like a scene from a great
movie, they alighted in a scraggly, leafless Cottonwood tree that clings
to the south bank of the Green River. Really made us feel like stopping
what we were doing and either salute the majestic birds or simply put our
hand over our hearts and sing a few lines of The National Anthem "...what
so proudly we hailed..." The white-headed "statesman" and his adoring
mate seemed to say, "Hey, folks, the Boss is back! Carry on!"
Sunday, November 12 Sunny much better...Running and bucking in
November 13 20 below zero, folks! The river looks peaceful now with
the ice floes bobbing along and a cold mist rising to greet the warm morning
sun. Boy, spring seems a long way off!
Tuesday, November 14 "Oh, the games people play..." as the old
Wednesday, November 15 I learned this morning that a dear uncle
had passed away yesterday evening after a lengthy illness. Uncle Mike was
a great and honorable man - always a joy to be around...and he made the
most wonderful, perfectly round hotcakes at 3 a.m. - before we departed
on a grueling, 25-mile cow drive to the mountains each spring. He always
had a twinkling smile offered freely to everyone and shared more than a
few kind words with kids; his garden blossomed with things that can't ever
grow in Sublette County; and he was proud of his family's picture book
ranch, stocked with sleek, quality livestock. Uncle Mike shall long be
missed and will dwell forever in our hearts and memories.
Thursday, November 16 Rudy went to town to buy kerosene for our all-important space heater. The diesel in the backhoe congealed yesterday, so he now must thaw the "pudding" and add another mix that will withstand our frigid temperatures - speaking of which - we can always tell the "mean" temperature by the stiffness and tingling in our fingertips. Tonight, beneath my "monkey skin" gloves, my fingers felt and looked like pink icicles, so I knew it had to be burning at nearly 15 below the zero mark.
Friday, November 17 Rudy's and Cris's Anniversary! Cowboys and cowgirls usually pick the late, late fall (when the work's close to done and before the feeding season really breaks loose) or in the late, late spring (after the feeding and calving and lambing and spring work's all done) to squeeze in the inevitable ceremony--tie the knot, hitch up the wagon, jump the broomstick, seal the bond, sign the contract, make the promise, take the big leap...!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING, EVERYONE!!!
Where did that story go?!? The stories from earlier front pages aren't gone. We just move them to the monthly journal pages to make room for the latest diary entries on the front page. See the Journal Index for a listing of all previous front page journal entries!
|The Pearson Angus Ranch is located approximately 2 miles
northwest of Daniel, Wyoming, and 11 miles west of Pinedale, where she
lives along with her husband, Rudy. Historic old Fort Bonneville, built
in the late 1800s, is located next to her family's ranch. Cris is a writer
and photographer for The
Sublette County Journal newspaper, where you can find more of her
accounts of life on the ranch. Cris can be reached by e-mail at: email@example.com.
Copyrights: Photos and page text content copyrighted,
Cris Paravicini, 2000. No part may be reproduced without permission of
the author/photographer. Page graphics copyrighted, Pinedale Online, 2000.