Saturday, January 17, 2026

Re-weaning

If at first you don't succeed, try again. Last fall we weaned our two calves for two weeks. Then, threw them back in the herd. I knew there was a bit of a risk in doing that so soon, but you never know until you try. Turns out, two weeks of separation isn't always enough time to fully wean. 


Long story short, I caught the black calf nursing the red cow two weeks ago. Knowing the only way to get them fully weaned was to separate them until summer, Peter and I set up a catch pen and got to work.


With the wind blowing hard from the north, the horses wanted nothing to do with being caught. So we grabbed Jack's steal horse and gathered them up.


It was a race against the clock, as that norther was coming in strong and fast. 


The cows went right the pen. And we cut out what we didn't need.


Then jumped smokey and blacky into the trailer, and headed for Worland.


We'll just feed them over here for the next few months. It'll give Dad something to do and Mom something to keep an eye on. 


A netted round bale of grass should do them good for a long time.


So we kicked them out.


Have fun.

Unconventional ranching has its ups and downs. Running freshly weaned calves back in with the rest of the herd may sound good in principle, but doesn't necessarily work in reality. In time, we'll get everything back together. But for now, Red cow needs to focus on her new calf to come. And, black calf needs to learn how to live on her own. Ranch on!

Wednesday, January 14, 2026

Bautista

There aren't a lot of men and women left around Johnson County who are first generation from the Basque region of Spain and France, but there are a few. Bautista Juanicotena is one of the remaining beloved. A neighbor to the church and a friend to all, Bautista has been in the Buffalo area since the 1960s.


Having an exceptionally beautiful January day, I grabbed my Spanish friend to run out to the ranch. Still having a ranching flame inside, he jumped out of the truck to grab the gate without me even asking. For much of his young life, Bautista proudly herded sheep for the Camino Ranch. 


In his mid 80s, he still wanted to help me load panels. They say you're only as old as you tell yourself. 


Ranch on, pard.

Sometimes it takes a foreigner to help the natives appreciate what they have. Bautista is that man. He loves Wyoming like a little kid on vacation, enjoying every moment. For those who know and love him, you'll be remembered of Bautista's favorite saying: "Wyoming's greatest blessings are high altitude, low multitude, and good attitude." Keep grinning, pal. The world could use a few more colorful characters like Bautista Juanicotena.

Here I Am

I come to do your will.




Tuesday, January 13, 2026

Phase Converter

We've had the meat locker over here for 6+ months. Turns out, though, that the 3 phase power near by won't work unless we set new transforms. Not going to happen for our little hobby cutting shop. So I decided to give a phase converter a try. 


I've been around these guys before. Basically, they take a 3 phase motor and turn it into a generator of sorts. This guy is a 20 hp converter that would be big enough to run both our compressors at the same time. That's the hope at least. 


The plan was to mount it under the trailer, in between the to compressing units. 


So we had to build a robust enough bracket/cradle to hold the load. 


Should work.


So we hauled both out to the trailer. This guy is not light.


Then drilled the holes for the cradle first.


Then mounted it to the motor.


And hauled it over with the skid-steer. 


And got it as close under there as we could.


And used a floor jack to do the rest.


Money.

The meat locker is useless without power. Hopefully this will work. I don't doubt there will be some kinks to work out once we start wiring. The beauty of it, though, is that we will no longer have to search for 3 phase power. Now, to test an electrician's wiring skills. Let's ranch.

Authority

Jesus' authority is attractive.




Monday, January 5, 2026

Double Dose

Wanting to give Mom the best shot at curing her lump-jaw, we administered her a second dose of LA-200. Alls well that ends well.


Mellow Yellow is what my buddy calls cows like this. Mom is a Charolais/Red Angus cross, giving her a more yellow tint. 


Before we doctored her, Peter and I caught a horse to get ready for the big drive afterwards. 


I'd say she is mellow for the most part, as she somewhat reluctantly stuck her head back in the head-catch. Other 50cc will hopefully do her good. 


Once turned free from the chute, we set out to trail them back to the herd. 


The reader may note that the cow with Mom is not red but black. We had to exchange #62 with #71 because #62 was bawling for her calf. For another story! Regardless, we trailed on.


Until we found the other girls.


Welcome home.

A fun little afternoon exercise for everyone. Hopefully, we keep White Cow from having a gnarly lump-jaw the rest of her life. We do what we can. Ranch on.

Repent

Jesus gives us something to repent for.




Re-weaning

If at first you don't succeed, try again. Last fall we weaned our two calves for two weeks. Then, threw them back in the herd. I knew th...