The sundog hung above the cedar topped hill. We were feeding our replacement heifers when I noticed it, a glaring bite of rainbow lonely in its attitude. As my tractor lurched and thudded over frozen chunks of manure, I reached for my camera. Pausing the tractor’s progress, with my husband’s questioning look, I opened the door of my tractor and aimed. The reasssuring beep of the camera was followed by a brief glimpse of the photograph I had just snapped. Unfortunately, like many full sized rainbows, sundogs are hard to capture, often because of the bright radiance that surrounds them. My sky was almost flat white, my colorful sundog had run away from digital capture! Proceeding through the routine of feeding cattle and horses, I began to wonder… why is it a sundog? Returning later in the morning to the house, I reached for my trusty computer to search “sundog”. I could find the cause, I could find references in literature, I could find lyrics containing the words, I could find a band and a computer program and many other references to “sundog”, but nowhere was there an explanation of why it is called a sundog. Aha. I have it. The next topic for my next children’s book. My first book (not published, except on my computer!) was written for my children and it is called Red Dirt in my Soul. A child’s view of his great-grandfather settling this ranch, I hope to create a version for next year and our centennial of ranching celebration. The next book is a story of 3 Indian sisters who dance their lives away and run off to continue their dancing, but run so far they turn into the northern lights. Another idea is to have just photographs capturing an ever increasing detailed view from satellite to home. But now I have “Sundog”… thanks to a frosty morning, feeding cows, and trusty dogs to inspire me!
The dogs of Greet Ranch look all directions to protect the hay trailer from any predators, or cattle! Bob, Elsa, Lucas, and Boomer stand guard.
Well, actually it is Monday, but we’ve had Wind the past day and unlike other parts of Wyoming, we don’t always get wind here. We manage to whine like wind through the wires when we get it, too! Barring the drafts that blows through this old house and the creaking of the cottonwoods in my front yard and the occasional thunk of a branch falling on the roof…wind never is a big thought til you have to go outside in it. Warm though it was, I still dressed in my usual coveralls and Carhartt coat and scarf and heavy gloves. Yep, sure enough, my overheating quickly was cooled by wind chill!
Bob celebrates Windsday with a salute of wind-blown ears!
Play becomes work later for puppies as it does humans… so, I’ve always tried to get all my pups to chase… sssshing them up and chasing rags tied to long sticks or kicking balls around. Since this was my first litter of 10 wonderful English Shepherd pups, I had an entire team to play ball! I went out one day to video them, and turned the occasion into what I call “Puppy Soccer”. Fighting my poor old Mac computer, I managed to put together 3 minutes of cheerful “play” of heeling a ball. Unfortunately, I didn’t have enough memory to include some other shots… but you get the idea! Enjoy.