Thankfully our area has received some moisture. It still is a little spotty from a few miles to another, but it is a life saver.
It is amazing how fast the grass greens up in areas where we received several rains. There are still many grass pastures that are short and not enough growth to carry the cows through the winter without feeding a lot of hay and cake. In our area hay is scarce. Possibly there is a little cane around that might make a little hay. However, I had a few fields of cane that completely burned up.
We are so dependent on moisture whether you are a farmer or rancher to make a living, and whether you have enough grass to keep your herd through the winter, and how much extra feed it will take to keep that cow, if the grass is short. As a dad it is nice to hear the words “thank you.” So always remember to tell God, “Thank you for the rain.” We should also tell God, “Thank you for letting us wake up this morning in the greatest land of all—the United States.”
Some are predicting that feedlot inventories in 2027 will be smaller than 2026. It did seem there were a lot of heifers bred this past year. And with the price of some of these bred heifers and pairs you could understand why. However, there were a lot of cows being sold because of the drought.
In our area not as many cows sold because of the drought as there was in 2011 because one sale we had at Woodward that year we sold more than 5,600 counting the calves. And then a big yearling sale followed two days later.
I did what my preacher suggested to remove all the toxic people out of my life, but now I’m alone and bored.
I think it is a man’s responsibility to feed a woman. Because the last time a woman fed a man we were chased out of the Garden of Eden.
This past weekend I was in Oklahoma City. A man standing on the corner asked me for 50 cents for something to eat. I said get in if you know where to get something to eat for 50 cents let’s go.
Recently I was asked to run a marathon. At first, I said no. Then they said to me, “Come on, it’s for the handicapped and blind kids.” Then I thought OK maybe I could win this one.
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 and grew up on his family’s ranch near Slapout, Oklahoma.
