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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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Friday, September 11, 2015, 7:48 AM
~~ Slammed into Neutral ~~
I didn’t want Cowdog Ducchess to forget her mom Hawk so I have taken Ducchess home at night to sleep in her mom’s second comforter. Ducchess found her on the comforter and on the floor next to my second Sandhill’s Saddlery saddle from the Feusner family of Ogallala, Nebraska. Putting on my boots this morning I missed Hawk’s head bumping for me to wipe my palms across her loving, soft and glowing eyes. My face grew flush with tears and Ms. Ducchess quietly got up from my side softly whining, “Hey, hey, don’t cry. I know. I miss mom too.” Up, to the door, shutting off the light, and pulling the door shut I felt so empty. So much to do today.The feed truck coming this morning, the virgin heifers to get in and deworm, then haul them N to a winter pasture for the breeding season. Then, back to home to get the heavy heifers in to deworm them and move them out of the dry lot to the NW hay field where they will stroll, eat and learn the nightly drill of the coyotes who will be watching the calving range sisters every move. Time permitting, then move the handful of spring calves out to roam with the coming yearling fall born heifers of 2014. The two bull calves now steers will be held back for a few days since I castrated them yesterday and I should keep them handy to watch for pesky flies. Remember Mr. Tuesday, the little frozen earred popsicle that I walked home to save from the wrath of the 30 some below zero wind? He is now less in the scrotum as is one of the last twins of the spring. Maybe I should go N to the Windmill and check the handful of cows that I hauled to there yesterday. See if they have settled in, found the rest and comfort of the trees along the big steep banks of the branch, and look to see if the gal with the fresh pedi is enjoying having the hind foot flush to the ground again. I need to take them mineral but I have to wait until the truck arrives today from Quincy, Illinois. And, I will need to go S to see what the logger fella has left for me in the skidder. Yesterday, the dozer man filled me in about the nests of yellow jackets, large red wasps,bumble bees, honey bees and hornets that he and his helper have found in the past few days. The dozer fella’s story of how Wyatt had a cab full of yellow jackets was a gasping tale of humor and terror. Wyatt’s high lift was overrun with yellow jackets. Wyatt jumps out and runs, leaving the high lift running in neutral against a stump bottom, and Wyatt is swarmed with the striped bastards. Wyatt runs over the ridge to the dozer fella and says, “What the heck do I do?” The dozer fella tells him to go home and get a sprayer of gas and find the nest. Wyatt leaves, comes back with a sprayer of gas, finds the nest about 15 yards from the still running high lift and sprays the piss out of the area. Wyatt gets back into the high lift, puts it in gear and from under the floor board comes the masses of the yellow striped bastards. The wasps had stayed with the high lift and had been taking in the heat of the motor while Wyatt was out gassing the wasp’s home place. Wyatt got stung 8 times or more and had to go home. Yep, life can sure dish all of us out a crappy hand. The sting of wasps. The sting of death. The lingering impacts of things gone wrong.
We got an inch of rain last night. Standing in my mom’s back yard this early morning and to the SW behind the steers, the timber was releasing waves of steam which was forming and rolling up from the rocks of the woods. Surreal. A flurry of thoughts power-stroked rapidly through my mind…all my heart, all my soul, all my energy, like sinew, you are the air I breathe, you are the beat of my heart, you are the steps of my feet, you are the fiber of my being, you are me, life doesn’t have to be sad but it is. The inch of rain is nice but for some reason, “I don’t care.”

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September 9 at 6:53pm · Edited ·
~~ History Repeating Itself ~~
Here they are. The twin girls from the 1st calf heifer. Ms. Ducchess and I went and brought them home from the N place. While Ducchess and I were driving home with the twins I thought we’d just go ahead and gather up the virgin range sisters, spray their flies off and haul them home too, “Heck, why not.” We unloaded the twins and their mom, got her a bit to eat, opened the pen so she could stroll to water and we were off to the N and W to the Windmill. We took the Iron Steed and the spray rig. Through the pasture we drove…just me and Ducchess…aka the gate getter and the range sister wrangler. About 1/2 way through the pasture, down along the steep banked branch. I stopped and told Ducchess, “Hunt ’em up and bring ’em.” She bombed off the iron horse like a rocket, down the steep E bank, grabbing dirt and smokin’ up the W bank, out wide, in behind the heifers on the W side and down the bank to the E and catching the E side heifers. With her heifers all gathered up, Ducchess pushed them up the steep E bank and I drove on to get the gates at the corral. Ducchess and the virgin range sisters were not far behind and coming at a walk. A few tried to break and beat it down the steep bank at the corral and take off but swifty Ducchess was all over them. Little heading job and all were turned back and headed to the gate. Ducchess held the heifers in the pen on the come by side, the iron steed and I had the middle and the away side. The fly killing commenced. We got the gals all sprayed down and headed back home for Ole Red the flatbed and the trailer. Four loads of 9 and we had everything hauled home before noon. Tomorrow morning we will pour them and haul them back to another place to the N for the winter and breeding season.
It did not dawn on me until Ducchess and I were coming down the drive at home that I had repeated history this morning. Unknowingly, repeated history. Five years ago on this same day, Hawk and I headed to the Windmill and did the exact same thing. Gathered up some heifers and hauled them home a few days after we buried Daddy Bert. Today, Ducchess and I took on the same task a few days after we buried her mother Hawk. I wonder if Bert and Hawk realize their first born girl carried the same torch today as did Momma Dog Hawk five years ago when we lost Daddy Bert. I choked back the tears and looked at Ducchess as we crossed the autogate, “Ducchess, thank you for your help.” Then I realized I said the same words to Hawk five years ago after we accomplished our first work task after burying Bert. I started reciting Psalm 23 to calm myself. Then it dawned on me that I recited Psalm 23 as I fought back the tears with Hawk five years ago.
To try to shift my mind from the dark sadness, I grabbed the camera and took pictures of my new twins and found two photos of their sire. This heifer is a dandy. I’ve gotten 7 calves in the last 24 hours out of this bull and they are all as gentle as can be. Gestation is running 273 days, birth weights are in the mid 60’s, and the calves are built perfect, fly right out of their moms and hop right up to nurse. So far, all the heifer udders are in great shape. Time will tell how the milk quality is. ~Sadly, Life Goes On

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The format for the cowdog production sale will be the same as previous sales. The activities begin at noon on Friday. It is a good idea to arrive by 11:30 or so, to get registered, grab a bite to eat and get acquainted with the surroundings. Please refer back to cowdogdays14, cowdogdays13 blog posts for a little more general info and to see how things went at previous sales.

I hope to have five 6-month old pups for the sale, a couple of yearlings and maybe an older cowdog that is pretty much an all-around cowdog. I’ll post pictures this week some time with some data. Here are a couple of photos from yesterday’s ranch work. I had 60 bull calves to work so I had the pups out for the work day. My Facebook post for the day was:

~~ Home Schooling ~~
Yes, I’m a “home schooler”. Today, the next five new potential cowdogs spent several hours at the corrals. They got to browse the pens, the alley, through the chute, then to the pickup to watch their great-grandma Hawk, great-aunt Ducchess, and great-uncle Bandit work 60 bull calves. It was hot today and they are not used to the heat, but they took it all in, got a water break, and took in more watching. Then they got to browse more when the cattle work was all done. They were tuckered out by the time they spent several hours doing things and watching “the big cowdogs”. I know my feet are tired. And, the laundry lady will need to put some baking soda in the water to get the green out of the jeans. We need “rain”…runnin’ the sprinkler to cut the dust. Dirt + pollen has me weeping water from my eyes and working with a runny nose. ~Tylenol, Alavert

PS…I see that a lot of my posts for the last 6 months are no longer available. That is due to Facebook account changes during the last three weeks. It is a technical thing, a headache…as they say, “It’s complicated.” I don’t plan to re-do these posts here on my blog. It took dozens of hours to post the fall calving, fall AI work, and winter cattle work…so I don’t plan to take the time to replace the posts. Wrong time of year…too much other stuff to do. Sorry. Plus, I have had to take care of some unforeseen family matters for my mother the last couple of months. All the little glitches just chew up a person’s time and has made me late in getting my cowdog sale pulled together.

Keep tabs on my blog here for sale updates, weather updates. With the odd spring, some folks are late in planting crops, getting spring calving behind them, getting cattle to grass. Some folks have already said they cannot make the May sale and are planning on coming to look at cowdogs and watch demos during June. When it gets ultra-hot in July & August, the demo time will slow way down. So, if you cannot make it to the sale in May, just send me an email or call. We can work something out for a visit later on.

If something happens and I have to postpone the sale…I’ll post by May 13, 2015 (Wednesday) that the sale day (May 15th) is postponed. Sometimes we have to work with life’s “curve balls”. Thank you for visiting my website, my blog, and my 3 Facebook sites. I’ll get that FB stuff corralled and streamlined – someday!

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Just a little note to folks. I have not been able to keep up with returning phones calls the past four weeks. The weather turned cold, more cattle feeding chores, some cold weather issues, a tad slow times with some family and not enough hours in the day. So there are a lot of folks that have not gotten called back. The list is long and I apologize for not having called folks back in a timely manner. It is not that I don’t care or that I don’t appreciate your contacting my about my cowdogs and puppies. When it got back to below zero and some snow came…well, I just had to take care of the livestock. I did get a couple of calls done in a day’s time. But that left a lot of other folks not getting called back.

I spent some time with a few repeat customers when they came for their cowdogs and believe me…we all got cold! Winter is almost a memory in the rear view mirror though. Spring cattle work will start next week. Cattle are needing to be poured, pastures need to be harrowed, preg checking needs to be done, calves need to be weaned and hauled home and hay fields need to be set aside for spring growth to make early summer hay. I sure hope there are Spring rains in the near future. It is very dry here, so a few timely showers of rain will be greatly appreciated.

We might have seen our last blast of snow yesterday. Today is in the 20’s and then I see 40’s, 50’s and 60’s on the weather forecast. Time to think Spring and to start some new young cowdogs on some basic work.

The cowdog production sale will be May 15th. I’ll be working on putting together a group of young cowdogs for the sale. I won’t be promoting the sale a lot this year. I want to keep things a little smaller and a little more personal for folks. Just watch my blog here for a category of “cowdogdays15”. I’ll post more in a few weeks. I am really looking forward to a break from winter.

Thank you for visiting my website, my blog and my Facebook pages. And, I sincerely appreciate the phone calls. If I have missed calling you, please give me another jingle.

This photo is yesterday morning – March 04, 2015 – maybe our last snow. It was “flurries in a hurry”!

Spring Snow...Wed. Mar. 04, 2015 005

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So yesterday, the cattle hustling quartet spent time with gathering up the AI’d pairs here at home. The N bunch came home with the exception of a cow on the far N hill who must have been staying with her calf who was further N in the wrong pasture. Half of the W bunch had ventured home to the big lot so I jostled some range cubes in the bunk to let them know that coming home was a good thing. The SW bunch was splattered all over their pasture. They were not interested in coming home when I called them but when they could see that some other cows were lined up along the bunk then they decided they’d venture my way. So the cowdogs and I waited and the SW bunch did indeed come on home. The W bunch? Well it didn’t matter that they all did not come home because ultimately all three bunches were going to become one…in the exact same location as where the W bunch stragglers were bedded down. So there was no reason to hassle them. They were at peace and it was fine to leave them at peace. I got the Deere and 2 bales of hay and headed W. The cows at peace got fed and it was funny to note that they were all cows that have been spending their lives together at the Windmill until I brought them home for calving. They are older cows that all have contributed a replacement heifer or a bull calf throughout their lives. They are all AI’d sired from the days when I did natural heat AI by myself. All but one still have good mouths. They have been a great set of cows and it will be hard to watch them leave someday. I strung hay, the calves jumped and bucked and head-butted the hay and the cows lazily got up to come to feed. I went back and opened the lot gate to the SW bunch, let the pairs stroll on out, held one cow back and followed the pairs on down the hill to where the hay was, shut the gate behind them and went on back home. Hawk, Ducchess and I went to inspect the lone cow and the lone calf over N. The cow’s bag was tight, the calf’s nose was scratched up with barb wire lines and the calf was two fences away from where he needed to be. I gave the cowgirls the, “Psstt, psstt” and they quietly leaped off the iron steed, got behind the calf and off we went to the gate, through another gate, to the lane, and headed back N to take the calf to the open gate and back with his mom. We left them be so that he could nurse. Back at home I strung some hay in the big lot for the N cows. I had sorted the calves off and they were in a trap with hay and range cubes. I opened the gates and Hawk & Ducchess moved the cows through the corrals to the big lot with the hay. Next task was to get the lone pair way over N. The calf was done nursing and the pair were grazing. Looking at Hawk & Ducchess I said softly, “Hunt ’em up & bring ’em”. They had a tad short of a mile to reach the pair and all I saw were cowdog butts going up and over terraces, in & out of sight. The cow spotted the cowdogs and spun around, trotted to her calf and off to the N they went…headed to the branch and the cedars. It wasn’t long and weaving in & out of the cedars along the branch came the cow, the calf and the gathering duo. They traveled the cedars until they ran out of cedars and Ducchess got ahead and made them bend to come on up the hill. Yep, that went well. Sorted the calf off and put him in with his Signature siblings and let the cow out into the lot for hay. I got Bandit, hooked up the trailer and the foursome we headed N to the Windmill to bring 6 cows and a calf home. The six cows heard me get to the gate and they strolled up the steep branch banks and looked. Five range sisters stared and the 6th range sister had spun around and bombed back down the bank and all I could see was the rear of a cow heading W up the opposite bank and out to the open field. I gave the cowdogs the, “Psst, psst” and they got in behind the 5 and brought them to the pens. I set the gates told Bandit to stay with me and sent Ducchess & Hawk for the pair. Down the steep bank, up the steep bank and gone were the cowdogs. I couldn’t see but I knew they had arrived at their destination because I heard the cow bawl that she was not interested in the cowdogs. Bandit was whining and I said, “You wanna go too?” Looking at me, he cocked his head, slowly blinked once and said, “Yes, please?” “Okay, go on,” I said. Down the bank, up the bank and pulling ground with all 4s he went. I couldn’t see the cowdogs but I knew they were making progress. There was a periodic cow bawl and the sound of the bawl let me know they were closer. Sure ’nuff, soon I heard the cow, calf and cowdogs come down the W bank, into the water, tracking through the water and then they appeared in the horseshoe bend below the corral. The cow had her calf against the bank and she was at the front of the water and earth fort…staring down the cowdogs. I let them be and the cowdogs all came to one side to flush her out of the horseshoe bend. The range sister was not interested in more movement so she lowered her head, pawed the rocks, took a driving dive at the cowdogs, got nailed in the nose by Bandit, heeled by Ducchess and they had the cow at the open end of the horseshoe. Hawk was behind the calf and all 5 were now out of the horseshoe. I watched. The cow whirled around for her calf, Ducchess heeled her again, she spun around and to the corral they came. Up the bank, around the corner, passed the big red oak, around the wing of the fence and into the pen. The cowdogs paused at the gate smiling. The cow was pissed. The calf was calm and had not been touched by the cowdogs…perfect. I absolutely hate cowdogs that will disrespectfully pick on a calf and harm a calf out of sheer meanness. It is not fair and it is predatory and makes a set of cows mean when you get cowdogs that attack calves. I bought a few cowdogs like that once and they don’t last here. But a cowdog that works with discipline and packs the ability and brains to use force wisely is priceless in my book. The cow was not receptive to me doing the loading in the trailer so I let the cowdogs load the 6 cows and the calf. She was sort of wound for sound but she loaded and off we went. I tagged the calf, gave him his vaccinations and turned them to the lot to mingle and eat hay. The cowdogs and I left, went E to get a bull and haul him home to have ready to put with the cows. In the big picture, all went really good yesterday. We got things accomplished and I do regret that the Windmill cow got all bent out of shape and got a split ear out of the deal. But, she refused to bring her calf to the pen at the Windmill on her own, refused to come easily, refused to load easily and her refusing to come home with the rest of her sisters was not an option. She will heal and be fine. Glad we got done what we did yesterday because it has indeed begun to drop snow. Won’t be much snow…just inconvenient ground conditions so that is why we added to our “to do” list yesterday. All is well…even the sore ear.And the calf on that cow is fantastic. He is a keeper….long, stout, wide top, gentle, and smooth in his build. All 6 cows were called “open” on preg day, hauled to the Windmill and all were actually bred. Glad I held on to them for a few months. The other 5 will calve in a week or so. The fantastic bull calf was born back in September at the beginning of the calving season. He must have been really hidden on preg day. Today might be a lazy feeding day and a good foto day with the skiff of snow. ~Thanking Yesterday’s Cowdog Trio 31j974 Windmill...Wed. Dec. 17, 2014 003

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