Where are all you global warming people this morning when we went out to sort cows? Come on, Al Gore, that would be good for you.
We received snow but not as much as a lot of other areas and we definitely got wind. I think that is one reason I do not like snow because we almost always get wind. And it normally blows it in the bar ditch. This time I could see some still on some fields where there was a little cover and in the grass and sage brush.
Basically, the only snow I like is if it melts the next day. Or it wasn’t too bad following a snow bunny down the ski slope.
Oklahoma National Stockyard had 14,400 head of cattle for its first sale this year. It’s a big sale but the stockyards had been shut down for two weeks. The call on the market on feeders was $3 to $8 per hundredweight lower and calves $2 to $5 lower.
The blizzard prospects in the north might have kept some from bidding and the trucks might not have been able to get to the feedlot.
I did read where Russia showed its second largest grain crop.
The preacher said Sunday, “Remember, if God is still talking to you then that means he hasn’t given up on you.” He said the problem with America is not a Democrat or Republican problem. And it is not a black, white or brown problem, or Russia or China, but rather a spiritual problem.
At breakfast one man showed up early. He had just retired the week before. One man said, “Well, that was a short retirement.” He said, “Well, I didn’t retire from eating.”
One gal who comes to the sale every week gives every calf she has a name. And this is the first year that she has ever calved out heifers. Her sister was her helper and this is her sister’s recollection of their first year of calving.
They walked out to the corral at 3 a.m. and she heard her say, “Great job, Susan” as they walked by a heifer with a new baby calf. Then she heard, “Darn it, Ethel, push. You can do it.” Then she said, “Well, Lilly, if you can’t have that calf, you are a wimp. It looks like a fawn.” Then she said, “Millie, if you kick that calf one more time, I will show you what a kick feels like.” Then, “Betty, you can beller all you want, but I am tagging your calf!” Then she mumbled, “I will never calve out heifers again.”
Editor’s note: The views expressed here are the author’s own and do not represent the view of High Plains Journal. Jerry Nine, Woodward, Oklahoma, is a lifetime cattleman who grew up on his family’s ranch near Slapout, Oklahoma.
