A Texas Ranching Adventure: The Family Milk Cow

Driving through the dark down a Texas highway, my husband at the wheel, I shone the flashlight at the book and read,

A Texas Ranching Adventure: Coping with Neighbors

“But who are you married to?” the older woman asked again.

“The German across the road,” I said for the third time.

She shook her head and frowned.

“He’s my husband,” I insisted.

She stared at me.  “But . . .”

She just couldn’t believe that I, a white woman, was married to a German.*

A Texas Ranching Adventure: 107˚ in the Shade

 

“Are you ready to search for the blue heron?” I asked my daughter.

Thekla narrowed her eyes and looked warily out the open garage door.

A Texas Ranching Adventure: Chicken Employees

Definition of chicken moat:  a double-fenced area surrounding a garden where chickens are allowed to roam and feed, thus creating a bug-free zone.

Driving through the dark on a Texas highway, I shone the flashlight at my book and read:
“Chickens can be decidedly stupid about finding their home after it’s been moved.

A Texas Ranching Adventure: The Spirits of the Field

Texas Ranching Adventure:  The Spirits of the Field

Behind our ranch house and across a dry creek bed was a long rectangular pasture.  There was something strange in that place—it could be felt.

My Kingdom for a Horse!

My Kingdom for a Horse!

(The continuing adventures of a pair of urbanites who exchanged glitz for country living.)

Driving through the dark towards our small ranch, my husband at the wheel, I shone the flashlight on the page and read:

“The decision to depend on horses or mules in harness for farm work, logging or highway work . . . should not be taken lightly. . . 

Simba, the Ranch Cat

On our ranch, some visitors were less corporeal than others. Simba the cat was made more of spirit than blood and fur.

A Texas Ranching Adventure

Two friends who are young British math PhD’s were fascinated to learn more about the years my husband and I traded urban chic for ranching.  Here’s the beginning.