Prairie Blog
My Heaven.
Daily, I step onto the land with an expansive view beneath an endless sky limited only by the changing light, weather, and seasons. I share slices of life unfolding on the prairie—reflections about its people, the wildlife, and untamed nature.
The Cowboy and the Farmgirl
Since spring is happening on the prairie, it is also in young men and women’s hearts and thoughts. It is hard to find a partner when there are more cows than people. Most of the time is spent riding fence lines or planting for the
Mariah
Nearly every day, I listen to Mariah. Her voice — constant, from a light breeze to a fierce energy-pummeling force. She carries dust, dirt, snow, and rain; occasionally, she lightly drifts in with the softest of whispers, gently stroking the prairie grasses along her path.
Moon of the Pinks
On this full moon, I am entering a new phase of joy. I never thought that life could get better, yet it does. This moon is about opening a door, the tent flap, or a teepee’s buckskin entry and letting the air blow through, carrying
Fire!
The fires came over our ridge like an ocean wave with intense undertow, sucking back and drawing a breath from the smokey sky creating an enormous swell along the entire length of Little Wolf Ridge, As the fire crested more than 100 feet above Chimney
Thunderstorms, Fire, and Wheat.
By the end of June, farmers and ranchers are sitting on pins and needles as they scan the western Nebraskan skies for signs of weather. Within minutes the blue sky can fill with huge thunderheads and high winds packing a whopping 60+ mph speeds, and
November….
A time to gather. For our resident wildlife, November is a time of gathering. Whether it is our Rocky Mountain Bighorn sheep or herds of American Pronghorn. In just another month there will be 100 plus in this pasture, and other fields. Their biological clock
Branding at Toad’s
Out here, branding cattle is a part of Spring. Neighbors get together and help each other brand their new herd. On Saturday, under the heat of the midday sun, we all met at Toad’s place to brand his cattle that were born this year. From
Ah… Nebraska. Coming home.
Welcome Home to the Prairie, to the Western edge of Nebraska I am new to the blog world, but I have been privy to so many incredible sights that I thought others might want a peek into this land I call home… Northwest Nebraska.