Day 18 2019. Well, it was a repeat of Day 17.
Long about four past noon, there was this odd sighting. Looking up. Looking S. Looking E. I could actually see the clouds. We have been living in constant fog…24×7…for days ‘n days. But yesterday, at the late end of the afternoon there were the clouds. If I could see the clouds, that meant there was a shift in the upper air mass. Could it be? Could it be that the crazy Storm Harper might be changing in path and direction? Dear God…let it be. In the very far, far SW was a tiny and faint pink color behind the grey. Pink! Could it be? Could it be that the lifting air mass was trying to punch a hole in the center of the fog and the coming of Harper? I was so spent from the past week or drudging and slogging along in the mud and melting snow that a part of me “didn’t care”.
Day 19…long about midnight, I drug myself to the door, flipped on the pole light, looked at the sidewalk to see how wet it was and if the snow had truly begun…as forecast. What I saw? Stunningly, I saw two bunnies sitting out in the yard nibbling on exposed grass. I stared hard at the sidewalk. It looked like it was drying. Not adding “wet”. Not adding white. I was so shocked. I felt a small smile come into my face. Bunnies. I was seeing bunnies. Dear God! If I was seeing bunnies then there was more than likely a true shift in the dreaded Harper. I shut off the light. Could not go back to sleep. I got up each hour to flip on the pole light. There was no change in the wetness. And there seemed to be similar dryness. And I kept seeing those two bunnies. The wind had shifted and was now beginning to gain speed, some gusty roars, and by four past midnight I was still seeing those two bunnies. At 0500, the local weather people were showing that the dreaded Harper truly showed a bow in its back. Central Missouri to the W was showing signs of dry air, the cold air was about 20 miles to the NW. All I could think was, “Praise the Lord!” I know that feeling the 25-45 fast winds will be a sharp shock as the temperatures drop into the teens and head to the single digits. But for some reason, I feel a huge sense of relief. Not quite joy, but relief. No more accumulating snow today. Thankful. There is a week of hardship coming but today and tomorrow I am going to try to remain thankful for the cold and sharp wind.

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Well. It rained an inch or so then turned to snow. It snowed. It snowed. It snowed. If you wonder why I have not called you back the past eight days (or longer), well, it has been nothing short of horrific here.

For the full post of the day’s ranch work, please feel free to follow along on Facebook…

Day 17 2019. Thursday. Another day of near zero visibility. Another day of no sun. Another day of melting of 16 inches of snow…we are down to about 4 inches. Expecting rain tonight (Friday), changing to snow, 2-6 inches of snow, then the polar vortex air is to be here. Wind chills to double digit negatives. Extreme weather on the livestock is the way it has been since October. The struggle is real. From drought, no pasture, no hay, to this…(find the rest of the story and pictures on my Facebook site or pages).

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I had set up my Facebook site to post all updates on my website blog and somewhere along the line the Facebook posts over the past two years keep getting deleted.

It appears to be a Facebook marketing issue. Always something.

Thank you…from Tammy and her Hangin’ Tree Cowdogs

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Ah…alas…Tammy and the cowdogs are still here. We never left. We never quit. We are still raising retained ownership feeder cattle and feeding cattle in SW Nebraska. We are still AI’ing SimAngus cows…reds and blacks. We are still calving in Autumn. Puppies are still being raised. Young cowdogs are still being shown around the place to let them grow up into working cowdogs. We still gather cattle from pastures, bring them home to the working facilities on the various locations/pastures, and we still sort and process cattle.

What has changed? Well, in September of 2015, the matriarch of Tammy’s cowdogs passed away. Cowdog Hawk joined Cowdog Bert and they met up again in the loving and peaceful arms of God in heaven. Even though the sun still came and went each day, the sense of a normal life was completely shattered. A month later, I had to put down my oldest horse friend…Eight  2015 was just a bad year. Yet, despite the terrible hands dealt I carried on with raising planned litters of cowdog pups for my customers. Nineteen young cowdogs were started and moved along to their new working ranch homes. All the life of 2015 went on without broadcasting fanfare. There was too much work to do to spend time in the broadcasting booth.

I made a decision to lessen my work of keeping four written updates going on at the same time. With all the technology in our lives I was being buried for hours with keeping up to the minute with everything “techie”. Cell phone ringing, cell phone messages chirping notifications to me, text messages coming in, email notes flying through the cyber air, landline phone stacking up with voicemail messages, Facebook (FB) hack attacks messing with my oldest Facebook timeline, Facebook hackers to my Tammy’s Cowdogs FB page, FB automatically transitioning my FB timeline to a second FB page (without notice),and FB denying my access to my own FB pages. My website blog (here) being facilitated by WordPress and WordPress not being totally compatible with FB and posts and pictures being lost in thin air. My nine year old smart phone took a death fall and cracked up on a sharp rock in October 2015 and after four months of limping along with a cracked phone screen I bit the bullet in January 2016 and took a day off to go get a new smart phone. Low and behold, the AT&T techs could not get my email to work on my “smart phone” and I am into August 2016 and still do not have email on my smart phone. But hey! Life has gone on without email on my smart phone. I mention all this trivial stuff because I made the decision to lesson my work. Being a slave to gadgets beeping and collecting requests from folks was just a full-time job and there wasn’t time left for me.

I maintain a FB presence on a daily basis. FB is simple, easy, sometimes cranky, yet it is the ease of use that has trumped all the other technological accesses to my ranching and cowdog business life. During the fall of 2015, I transitioned all my contact information to an office address and set the wheels in motion to nix the landline. My posting to my blog (here) was suspended when Hawk died. Even with a narrowed up social media presence I still have to spend a few hours a day or night to visit with folks on a one-on-one basis. The Spring litter of pups came and have left.The Fall litters of pups will be here soon and they are all sold. The started cowdogs being worked with are sold and will leave once I get through with Fall calving and early Winter CIDR/AI work. So, as usual, I am sold out of pups and young started cowdogs for the remainder of 2016. Life does go on. It doesn’t end until God calls us home.

I am very lucky to have such a solid customer base for my cowdog program and for the cattle program that we work with each day. It has been a long, hot, humid summer in 2016 and it will be a welcomed relief to have some rain show up to grow grass and hopefully put the pastures in better condition before going into Winter.

If you want to follow along on what goes on here each day please consider trailing along on Facebook. Facebook is easy to use and you can limit your social exposure by being selective in creating a list of folks to follow on Facebook. Here is the link to my Facebook timeline… https://www.facebook.com/TammyJCowdogGoldammer . You should be able to copy this link, paste the link into your browser, and get routed directly to logging in to your Facebook account or if you are currently on Facebook the link will take you to the Facebook site of Tammy Goldammer. You can also find Facebook pages Tammy’s Cowdogs and Tammy’s Cowdogs Page. The pages are not updated each day simply because I just don’t keep them linked. When things go haywire with FB automatic linking then I just let it go and move on. So, the best bet until I mentally make up my mind to tackle all the technological snafus is to just search Facebook for Tammy Goldammer.

Anyway. Tammy and the cowdogs are still here…working…taking life a day at a time…and planning on our future of tomorrows. The retained ownership cattle business has one certainty, “What I do today is how prepared I will be for 15-18 months from now.”

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FB Post…September 14, 2015

From soft and silent to rustling rigid paper tones.
Spring’s life yielding to Fall’s birth.
The winds’ music on the leaves is more bass than soprano.
There is a new gathering taking place…from growing on limbs from buds,
To gathering where ere their new travels take them.
Roaming free or others held by their surroundings.
Life’s transitionings.

FB Post…September 13, 2015
~~ Smoke on the Water. Fire in the Sky. ~~
NW Cole County central Missouri…46F, 100% humidity. Was a tad of a soaking cold to the face and fingers this morning. Come January, 46% will be a no coat Indian summer, a welcomed relief, a day to let the sun radiate on the face. Today, that 46F signals to the trees and leaves that they need to move along in their transitioning to make ready for winter, resting, sleeping, and survival. The 75F of today marches to 90 over the next few days. It will be a warm week again…hastening the leaves to let loose and begin their journeys across the pastures and finding places to take ahold and be organic. Letting loose, letting go, holding on…I miss you Cowdog Hawk. Thank you for all you gave in your life with me.

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