This was first published Dec. 20, 2011. I thought I would re-post it for 2016 as I am gone to South America.
By Patty Wilber
Two thousand eleven has almost gone now.
I think I will call it The Year of the Cow.
Twas March when I went out and got my first bunch.
About the time and the work, I hadn’t a hunch.
I checked ‘em each week by horseback or car.
I bought ‘em some feed, which didn’t go far.
They sure didn’t drop when they were supposed to,
But four out of five popped calves that did moo.
I had ‘em at Pozzi’s and then on to The Farm,
And when I went out there, it never was warm.
The wind was a howlin’ like some ol’ torture test,
But my ponies, they handled it, cuz they are the best.
There wasn’t much rain, so North we did go.
Twas June, but we scouted through mud and deep snow.
The drifts were chest high and the bogs were hock deep.
Three horses lost shoes on their left front feet.
We were first up country, twas like the old west.
We saw elk, deer and pronghorn, and I do not jest.
They were there in the hundreds, just like on TV.
But it weren’t no film, it was re-al-i-tee!
The cabin was cozy and the wood did burn warm,
Which was kinda nice, since there was sorta a storm.
We checked out the fence lines and put up some wire.
We looked out around us, and it did inspire.
We branded and castrated and gave ‘em their shots.
Some people, they like this, and some, they do not.
But to me it’s just grand, always wanted to do it.
I got my chance and there’s sure somethin’ to it.
We trucked beeves to Llaves and some to the Pens,
And we moved ‘em by horseback, like they did back then.
We ‘most lost an ol’ boy when his mare came unglued,
And from his groin to his knee, it was midnight blued.
We rode up the mountain with the wind in our face.
We moved the whole herd, but it was a slow pace.
We went through a river and escaped the peat bogs.
It mighta gone faster if we’d had some good dogs.
We had steady horses, ‘cept T was a butt,
He loves Alameda– makes him think he’s in rut.
But other than that, it went really slick.
If I never came back, it would be too quick.
Summer went fast and the cows did grow fat
We lost several calves to sickness or cats.
Our trips sometimes were in 24 hours
Cuz at the home place some things were quite dour.
At the end of September we moved ‘em back south.
The aspens were turning. I was down in the mouth.
The land was so dry and scarce was the hay.
So we brewed us some coffee and pondered all day.
There just was no forage, down in the low.
There was only one choice, and it was a blow.
We called up the trucker and loaded them all.
They went East to Roswell; the auctioneer called.
So that is my tale as a cattle baroness.
Twas the best ever, as I think you have guessed.
I loved every minute and I’m glad I was there
If I could do it again, you betcha, I’m goin’ for bear!