Just when you thought t was safe to open your ‘pooter here’s another bimonthly blog from the cochran corral!
With some lame excuse about being busy, here’s the October fun-down. After spending the first week getting myself and granddaughter ready for a national horse show, we hosted a respected horse trainer and friend at our ranch for two weeks.
While I learned huge amounts of his secrets of how horses learn, we sprinted off one Saturday to attend a family reunion near San Antonio.
We worked several horses a day for another week, then pulled out the chuck wagon to cook chili, beans, taters, sourdough bread, and cobbler.
It was for a celebration of our several October birthdays and a cowgirl quinceanera!
And here it is Halloween already.
Meanwhile Texas got much needed rain from a pacific hurricane. Problem is, it wouldn’t stop. No one had enough hay for the winter, after a dry spring and summer. So we rejoiced, and many fertilized. But after weeks of wet, we couldn’t string together four dry days to get hay cut, dried, raked, and rolled up.
One neighbor found a window and teddered a fifty acre field twice a day. Another one cut just before a rain and baled up black, dead grass, hoping not to repeat a performance earlier in the year when a smoldering roll burst into flames with spontaneous combustion!
Of course no fall party is complete without an army worm invasion, and here they came, stripping fields in only days if they didn’t get sprayed with insecticide. Caterpillars of the moth Spodoptera Frugiperda are voracious and can do even more damage than the feral “hawgs” that have also returned!
So here comes Halloween with ghosts and goblins, but nothing is as scary as trying to survive the livestock “business”.
Once upon a time a friend invited me to go to Las Vegas.
When he asked if I had scruples against gambling I replied,
“Hell, no, I’m involved with the biggest gamble of all—AGRICULTURE!”