If there is one thing that ranch life has taught me over the years it is that the only thing that is constant is Change.
Winter covers the land in its frozen blanket of ice and snow and just when you begin to despair of ever feeling the sun's heat again, Spring marches forth and life is renewed. Spring slides quickly into the baking Summer heat and life slows down to an all-day search for shade and a yearning for the cool air to return. That yearning is answered by the arrival of Fall and its gentle cooling breezes.
Like the seasons, Life itself runs in cycles. When death visits our land it is followed by life.
A little over a week ago we awakened to discover the death of our newest foal from a cougar attack and yesterday morning, when I walked out to the pasture to check my stock, I discovered yet another visitation to Almosta Ranch and this time it was Life.
We have five pygmy goats that share a pasture with our stallion, Billy and one mare and as I stood in that pasture, stroking Billy's neck I noticed a movement at the base of a tree. Upon closer inspection I discovered the newest member of the Almosta herd.....a baby pygmy goat...born during the night.
The little lady gets her first introduction to the humans of her herd....
Mother and baby......
Proud papa, watching over his charges......
This, my friends, is why I do what I do. Mel and I are stewards of this land and our herds and though at times life is hard, the rewards for our efforts are so very great.
In regards to the cougar attack....the hunt continues but now I hope the big cat does not come back. You see, two days ago it was spotted about ten miles from my place by another rancher. It was crossing an open pasture with two small cubs in tow.....the big cat is a female with babies. Now I hope I never have to kill her, those cubs deserve a chance to live that I do not want to be responsible for taking that from them.


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(Stay on the move cat!) / R
What an adorable baby pygmy goat!
...and life begins again....
If you ever want to read a wonderful novel that highlights the place of predators in the natural system, I recommend Prodigal Summer by Barbara Kingsolver. It's really good (one of the characters is a wildlife biologist).
Earth is giving a chance to feel joy again seeing and cuddling the little newborn kid.
Cicle of life:You have put it so well into words.
The young cougar mom and her cubs soften the harsh reality a bit.
I am glad for you to be aware of all details surrounding you.
Please give my regards to your wife.
Heidi B.
I mentioned in another comment, I wonder why that cat and cubs aren't being humanely caught and relocated to a more suitable environment.
Your stories of Almosta Ranch are heartwarming.
TY
You might give this a try -- this is going to sound even weirder -- walk around your property and pee along the places where a cat or any other predator might decide to pass. You're marking your territory in a way that only they can truly understand. You could save up a large amount in a jar and take a longer walk, I suppose.
Also, you can always shoot to miss. The loud BOOM! of a shotgun or high powered rifle can tell them they're not welcome. With a large range, they may decide your place ain't worth it.
Been stalked once by a cougar and one time by a coyote. Worked at a zoo for nearly seven years and took care of lions, tigers and bears, oh my, including a mountain lion (or cougar, or puma, or catamount, or panther, or painter, or well you get the idea.)
-r-
I'm pondering what you're going to call the little one.
toritto....glad to see you and happy I could give you a smile today.
Miguela......They are a blessing, that's for sure.
Oryoki Bowl.......Stewardship is something we both take very serious.
zanelle....And thank you for reading,
Candace......That's the unique thing about ranch life, it's either tears of laughter...today it was smiles and laughter.
Bernadine......Sorry you missed it but I'm glad you're here to read this one.
Just Thinking....Well knowing it is a female with little ones changes the game for me. Now I will probably settle on scaring it away rather than killing it. Not sure I could kill it now unless it was attacking another of my horses.
jramelle...Glad I could add to your day.
ThroughMyEyes....Well if you are ever in the neighborhood, drop by and sit a spell on the front porch with us.
Froggy....Thanks for the suggestion, I will do a Amazon search and see if I can order it.
Road Runner....I am so happy you liked this entry and thank you for reading it.
amymh2011.....Mel and I believe you should be a part of the land and not a ruler over it. Sometimes that puts us at odds with our fellow ranchers, but it is the only way we know.
Owl...no it doesn't last and that is why we enjoy the moments we are given.
Heidi....I have lived most of my life close to nature and I learned as a small child that a man has to be able to live within nature and not over it.
greenheron....It's okay if you chose to skip those two entires, I don't blame you. The new baby is a gift which we are grateful to receive.
Scanner....I hope the same thing for that cougar.
Procopius.....The "Experts" seem to believe that the cougar has been pushed out of its original range by a larger, more aggressive lion and came originally from either Arkansas or Oklahoma. Either way, with cubs now on the scene, the population can only grow.
Gabby Abby....Good question. I believe that the state is so strapped for cash right now that the convservation department just can not afford the expense of hiring a professional guide, employing a helicopter and live traps it would take to hunt and take alive an apex predator like the cougar.
Mission....I will and thank you for continuing to read those stories.
Jeff....she does look like me and I had the devil of a time explaining that to Mel.
dunniteowl....Not weird at all. Actually the cougar with cubs has a hunting range of about fifty square miles but it has been known...without cubs....to migrate over seven hundred miles in order to establish its own hunting range free of other cats. Knowing that the cat has cubs, I will probably opt for scaring it rather than killing it and I have already marked my boundries as you suggested.
Linda....Not sure we are going to name her because we have a couple of people waiting for a young goat. As soon as she is weaned she will probably get a new home.
Walter....I am just happy you are around to read my blog, now that makes my own day.
Mumbletypeg....No matter about the circle of life, the baby goat can always make you smile. Thanks for dropping by.
I would be mixed in my feelings even after finding out she has offspring. It does change the gameplan though.
Perhaps she will keep going with her family. Isn't Arkansas much closer to you than Oklahoma? Her hunger would be more understandable if she was coming from Oklahoma with their drought problems. Not comforting I am sure.
Congratulations on the new pygmie though!
I enjoyed your descriptions of the seasons.
Lezlie
Glad the cat has left the immediate neighbourhood and that you didn't have to end up dealing with it.
Best to Mel.
fuck ranch life.
i couldn't deal with such decisions.
congrats on the pygmy goat of the night.
pastvoices.....She probably had the cubs after getting here in fact now we are starting to believe we have a number of the big cats in the state.
Christine.....Yes, those little black socks are cute. She got those narkings from her daddy.
Algis Kemezys.......It is where I live and yes, change has done okay by me.
Chrissie.....I believe it is the same cat. Their hunting range can be as much as fifty square miles so she will return, just not for awhile.
Lezlie....That's why I haven't sold off all my goats, they're just so dang cute when they are babies.
Boanerges.....Yes it is and I love the pun. As for the cat, well it has a very large hunting range so I may not have seen the last of her yet.
James M. Emmerling....Moral quagmire? No. I know what I will do and will do it without hesitation. If I find the cat on my land, I will try to scare it off, but if I find it attacking my horses or feeding on one, I will kill it...simple as that. As for ranch life, well it certainly isn't for everyone, that's for sure.
Hawley Roddick.....The first time I saw one of these big cats in the wild I was fourteen years old and the sight of that beautiful creature is still as fresh in my sixty-two year-old mind as if it happened yesterday.
Mary Wagner....When they are babies they are always very cute.
Bless y ou'all.
Congrats on the new baby goat, and sorrow for the foal.
Were I the land, I could not have two more hard working, more loving, or more wise stewards than you and Mel. I assume that the new kid's name is Lucky, because that's what she is.