The weather has cooled down quite a bit with this past week’s rains and the arrival of a Canadian cold front. Our three orphaned fawns have enjoyed the respite from the blazing sun and stifling humidity of summer. During those hot days in June and all through August, the fawns took advantage of the cooler … More Building on Survival Skills
It has been a most quiet and and enjoyable summer here on Ten-Acre Ranch. Forrest worked from home most of the time, and our pace changed a bit because of that. I found myself outdoors even more, to keep the house quiet while he worked from his computer and laptop, and conducted meetings via the … More Nine-Hundred Spots to Enjoy During the Pandemic
The day I got the phone call about orphaned fawn, Tukker, I was given very little useful information by the woman who brought him to me. Mostly, the story sounded like a fabrication. I was told he was a month-old fawn that had been taken in by a local trucker, who claimed he’d scared up … More Keep Trying
A series of late-summer rainstorms brought more than four inches of moisture to our area of Oklahoma last weekend. We surely needed a reprieve from the heat, but now the humidity was sweltering. As FD and I drove the buggy around the property on Sunday morning to check on storm damage to the pecan trees, … More Who’s The Boss
Now that we have had a few good rains in our area of Oklahoma, the pecan orchard slough has lengthened and widened to the point that it stretches along the entire eastern border of the pecan orchard. I can no longer work at cutting and gathering limbs and branches along the east fence line since … More A Hoofing Good Show
It was just a couple of weeks ago that our area of Oklahoma was drenched with nearly three inches of rain in a twenty-four hour period. I always find spring an exciting time of year, when balmy, warm days ignite unstable conditions and severe weather. I thought of Emma and Ronnie deer that evening as lightning flashed … More A Splashing Good Time
I knew it would only be a matter of time before Emma and Ronnie deer ventured off to the old river channel. It was a place Daisy often explored, jumping the fence to find more of the local herd in the milo field across the way, and the main river channel beyond that. Besides the … More The Lure Of Water
I tried not to worry when daylight arrived Monday morning and Emma and Ronnie were nowhere to be found. FD and I both called out into the woodlands, hoping they would hear us and come running. After checking all of the usual spots we found them in this last weekend, we gave up. FD went on to … More Building Stamina
By the looks of Daisy deer’s udder on the afternoon of June 1st, I suspected she would give birth sometime that night or perhaps the next morning. Sure enough, Daisy promptly disappeared for nearly a week before we saw her again down at the feeders, looking slender and quite svelte with her beautiful, glossy red coat … More On Schedule
In the mornings after FD and I feed Emma and Ronnie, we often observe the two of them liven things up a bit before we have to go on with our day. With a little breakfast in their bellies, they become great warriors of the woodlands. They run faster than I can imagine, leaping high and broad, … More Feeling Your Oats
Finding Daisy deer down at the corn feeder yesterday morning, I decided to grab her brush and amble down the slope to give her a little attention and see if I could help her shed some of her red summer coat. Already, the soft, grayish-brown hair of her winter coat was beginning to emerge, and … More A Few August Surprises
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