Karbon Kounty Moos

She’s pretty - but…
here’s the whole story.

Torlla - I was surprised to read that New Zealand is populated by 40 million sheep, and 4 million folk!

is the title of another Dude Larsen painting.

The poem on this card:
Brave is this gallant stallion,
The leader of the band.
The horse every cowboy envies,
And has tried to rope and brand.

I was reminded of this mountain lion after a friend sent me a million times forwarded message about a mule. It had some incredible photos, so I checked it out on:

Urban Legends

What do you think?

some time to sit down with the seed catalogs. They’re still filling the mailbox. I’ve been piling them up for comparison later. We drove “over the hill” to Red Lodge this morning. It was 20 degrees warmer there! It’s beautiful, windless and clear today - about 35 degrees now.

An embossed Julius Bien Comic Series Card.

Sent to Mr. John Van Dyk
88 Catherine St
Muskegon
Mich.

Postmarked Chicago, Ill
17 Jun 1-36AM 1909

It reads:
I weighed 143 pounds in Mechanicsville
If I can get hold of a good cow
I will surely weigh more.
Grace & Nellis are still in the country
putting on fat.
-KELLY-

Kelly had beautiful printing - almost calligraphy.

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Feeding Time

Here’s a photo of the feeder truck getting loaded. This was not taken recently, but some things never change. I just got in - we were moving cattle around. It was beautiful and clear - but the temperature never went above zero here. At least it’s not windy! My toes are defrosting…

Thanks Again to Jan Falstad for another wonderful article about:

Bobby Kramer

Be sure to follow the link to the audio slide show on the lower right side,
narrated by Jan.

It takes forever to load on dial up - but it’s worth it.

Another Bamforth comic card from Ruth’s Uncle Frank

It went to Mrs. Ruth Thompson
21 State Street
Susquehanna PA

Postmarked from Greene, N.Y. on 13 Dec 1944 at 3PM

Reads:
dear nease Just a card i feal a little better
it doant look So you may Git hear a Gain
this winter we are Giting a bad Snow Storm
hear i doant when i will git out
Uncle Frank

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Well, I’m glad that Uncle Frank is feeling better. It was nice of him to keep in touch with his niece - wasn’t it? Too bad that the later card had him feeling poorly again…

We’re fine, it’s snowing more than you’d think with these temperatures. I don’t know when we’ll be getting out either.

Looked out the window this morning and decided that I wasn’t going to Red Lodge for a fasting blood test.
It’ll keep.
Need coffee.
-13 Fahrenheit with blowing snow snow.
Put on seven (okay, I’m exaggerating a bit) layers of clothes and went out to feed. No problems with the pickup, tractor or feeder truck. The self waterer in the heifer pen was frozen, and the one in the steer pen was leaking from the bottom into the pen. All the other waterers were okay. I put the tractor back into the shed and picked my husband up at the shop. He was bringing the feeder truck back. He got a few handfuls of tools and we went back to the lot. He turned all the power off and got to work. I don’t know how he does it. Takes his gloves off to work, kneeling in water when it’s this cold. My fingers and toes still haven’t thawed. He got the waterers going and flowing. Which makes for happier calvies. We just got back in.

Need more coffee - catch you later.

The Challenge
was made by David
via something that he saw at
Jim’s.

That Zowada lady that we’ve all come to know and love so well took him up on it. I have to say it again - WOW!

The film I love the best would have to be Donde Esta Papa? This always makes me laugh.

It’s set in the Big Apple. With a bunch of famous thespians and a classy, classic lady who steals the show. She was in those movies with Clint Eastwood, too!

And that Segal guy - you know who I mean - he was in Just Shoot Me on TV.

Segal’s sibling plays a knucklehead most of the time.
He gets mugged in a tunnel.

It seems that mama needs help that the sons can’t manage. Assisted living wasn’t much of an option at that time.

Watch the boys pull out the stops, put on an ape suit, get an LPN named Louise, and mostly just go nuts.
Watch this one - you’ll see lots of well known faces.
And Mama - well, she’s aces!

I drove to Billings yesterday, for a doctor’s appointment. I was able to make a last minute lunch date with a fellow commenter from Ed’s blog.
Glad to meet you! Please, let’s do it again soon.

I apologize for my tendency to monopolize every conversation. Maybe it’s because I go for days without leaving the place or talking to anyone except my husband and father-in-law. Maybe it’s because I’m half a hermit, I just build up all this stuff . I should remember to tell everyone as soon as I meet them,
“Please don’t be afraid to just tell me to shut up & quit interrupting.”

Now you all know!

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This card was sent to:

C.M Straup
Bridger, Mont
postmarked:
Billings & Red Lodge South H.P.O.
07 Apr 1905

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I did a bit of shopping after the doctor’s - and headed home in time for rush hour fun. I had another driving difference thought:

In Montana, when you can read the license plate on the vehicle in front of you - you’re too close.

In New York, when you can no longer read the license plate of the vehicle in front of you - you’re too close.

This happened a couple of years ago - but it is typical of the things that we do for excitement around here. And yes, it was a Monday.

The chinook we were waiting for finally showed. Hallelujah. It was about 16 degrees, and still. After feeding, we returned home around 9 A.M., to find ourselves locked out of the house. We only use the door to the kitchen, and the Sugar Beet Baron couldn’t get it open. Immediately the air turned blue. I suggested trying a window – something that I have some experience with. At this point I was also thanking the powers that be that I was not the last one out the door. The Sugar Beet Baron didn’t want to take a plastic wrapped storm window off, and proceeded to the front of the house. Our front door is several feet off the ground, as are all of the windows. None of the previous owners ever saw fit to use this door, or to build stairs to it. I have no idea why – it’s not like we get a tax break or anything… When we first moved in a few people asked, “when are you going to put some stairs there?” At first that bothered me, but then I grew accustomed to it, and would answer, “when are you moving in?”

From the ground, the baron opened the storm door and tried to push the front door open. Well, there’s a sofa right up against the door in our living room. I guess he thought he’d push the door hard enough to move it. Except there’s a recliner next to the sofa, and an end table next to the recliner. Needless to say, the door didn’t open very far… The baron continued the tirade as I continued trying not to laugh. Then he decided to pull one of the storms down. The picture windows have two side windows that are two feet wide.

I thought that with a boost I could get through. The Sugar Beet Baron looked doubtful. Remember - ranch motto:
No one’s getting thin around here.
I said, “I’ll take off a layer of clothes,” and took off my bulky jacket. He raised his eyebrows, but didn’t say anything. Then he turned over a plastic bucket, got on it and boosted me up to the window. I opened it and got my head and arms through. I was immediately attacked – lovingly - by our two dogs. The Baron was pushing me, still hollering. I can only imagine what someone driving by would have thought – seeing my three layer clad rear sticking out the window. (I gave up on coveralls a few years ago, I felt like a kid in a snowsuit – if I fell down I might never be able to get up.) I’m begging him to stop pushing me, because Lucky was nibbling on me, Ty was licking me, and they both were jumping all over me. Remember the motto? These are not lightweight critters! Defying the laws of gravity, the rest of my body fell through the window to the living room floor, still covered with excited dogs. I got up and went to the kitchen.

Oh no! I couldn’t get the door opened from inside… So now I’m looking for a screwdriver, nope that’s a Phillips, nope that’s a Phillips, nope that’s a Phillips, okay – a flat blade. Uh oh, The Sugar Beet Baron is outside, wondering why I don’t have the door open yet. The air turns blue again. After a couple of minutes (maybe it just felt that long), I wedged the blade and got the door open. So he got to work on the door while I got a late breakfast on.

Hope that your Monday is relatively uneventful!