Bulls and Babies - Present and Future

We had our own rodeo on the County Line last Friday. Thankfully, the bulls skipped the bucking portion of the rodeo event and proceeded calmly to their doctor's appointment with Dr. Dayul Dick from Prairie Vista Veterinary Hospital. So maybe I should call it a round-up instead. Semantics, you know! And I'll gladly give credit where credit is due.

Dr. Dick came to the farm to test our five bulls through a breeding soundness examination. (For a complete - though PG - description of the process, click here on last year's "job interview" post.)

All five bulls passed the exam and were ready for action, so to speak. 

 

The four Angus bulls "went a callin' " to the heifers, beginning yesterday.

The ladies had to have their doctor's appointments, too. From March 18-31, our 25 yearling heifers had their silage topped with MGA. MGA stands for melengestrol acetate, which suppresses the ovulation cycle for the heifers. That was the first step in getting  the heifers to come into estrus (or heat) at the same time. These heifers were born in early 2015. In 2017, they will become mothers for the first time.

Yesterday, we rounded up the heifers for their turn through the working chute.

Randy gave each heifer a shot of Lutalyse, which makes them come into estrus (or heat).

 

The Lutalyse also synchronizes the heifers' cycles. We do this to shorten the calving season for the heifers, which saves labor at calving time. (Well, it saves some labor for the humans - not the mama cows.) Because heifers are first-time mamas, we check them frequently in case they are having trouble calving.

"What? It's my turn?" this heifer seemed to say. She reminded me of a toddler who covers her eyes and thinks no one can see her. Despite her diversion tactics, she had her turn in the chute, too.

Once the heifers got their shots, it was time for the bulls to join them. It will likely be a couple of days for "romance" to blossom, in other words, for the Lutalyse to work.

And then, some 9 months later, we'll hope to have lots of healthy babies running around. We are down to just a few to calve for the 2016 County Line "class."

Also last Friday, we had another rodeo event - calf wrestling - without the horse or the rope.

 

 Three babies had been born at this location since we had worked baby calves earlier.

The guys followed the same routine, but it was a little more challenging without the squeeze chute. Randy wanted this particular "rodeo" event scheduled before the rain. I guess he didn't want to reenact a greased pig race. These guys were already fast enough!

The mamas were none too happy to be separated from their babies. They didn't mind protesting - loudly!

I was guarding a gate to keep the babies from making a hasty exit underneath. A mama seemed to question my intentions.

A critic in every bunch, right? Political rallies aren't the only events with protesters.

Ambassadors

The tattered flag whipped in the wind as the cowgirl and her horse barreled across the rodeo arena. Surely they could have found a better flag for the pomp and circumstance of an all-American, small town rodeo than this old, threadbare flag ready for retirement, I thought to myself.

But then the rodeo announcer began reading the words to Johnny Cash's The Ragged Old Flag. Like the flag in that classic poem, the flag at the Stafford Rodeo ceremony had waved red, white and blue through years of service, beaten by the Kansas wind and baked in the summer sun. And still, it remained a symbol for those gathered with hands over hearts in small town U.S.A.

Then a new rider and a new flag entered the arena. The familiar melody of The Star-Spangled Banner played, and people joined together in singing the national anthem, most straining to reach the notes in the upper register. 

With our Independence Day celebrations this week, Americans will break out the barbecue, serve up the potato salad and light the fireworks to show our patriotism, our theme for Lovely Branches Ministry this month.

As I was thinking about patriotism, a friend posted a status update one morning as a response to Facebook's inquiry, "What's on your mind?" Lori Alvarado was a student intern at The Hutchinson News back when I was the Focus editor there. After seeing her status, I asked if I could share her thoughts, which she compiled during her personal devotional time. It made me think about "patriotism" in a new way:

What's on my mind? Well. . . . .I am an ambassador. I live in a foreign land. I represent a strong power. I carry a powerful message representing an absolute ruler. I am protected and valued. This world is not my home and the power I represent is the strongest power in the universe, Jesus Christ. The message I carry involves believing in Christ through faith. I am protected by Him, knowing I have eternal life, and I am valued enough that He gave His very life for me. Ambassadors plead with leaders of the countries in which they work to take a stand. That's what we do--we carry His message, pleading with others to take a stand for Christ.

U.S. Ambassadors are denoted by our country's flag that flies at their residence or on the car in which the ambassador rides. That prompts me to ask. . . . As Christ's ambassador, would people know who I represent? By my actions? By my words? He wants to speak and act through me so that others will see who He is. Do I make the choice daily to be sanctified--set apart--for my Master's use? Am I prepared to speak His important message with my words and my actions?

Lori Alvarado

 

How do I answer those questions? Can people see Christ through my words, actions and attitudes? If not, why not? The Bible commands us to be His representatives:

We are therefore Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making his appeal through us. We implore you on Christ’s behalf: Be reconciled to God.

2 Corinthians 5:20

It's great to be a patriotic American, proud of the flag and ready to support and defend her. 

I am quick to claim my love of all things K-State and patriotically wave the purple and white.

But I should just as enthusiastically demonstrate my allegiance to Jesus Christ through my thoughts, words and actions. Jesus gave me the example. He was willing to fulfill a servant's task.

Stained glass window at Youthville Chapel, Newton, Kansas

I, too, can be God's ambassador. But, like that ragged old American flag, we're called to service. We aren't supposed to hang around and "look pretty." We are to get our hands dirty and serve. We are to wear our dirty old tennis shoes and get in the mud and the muck of serving Him, day in and day out.

Some people feel called to serve and travel to foreign countries to spread God's love. Some may foster or adopt children who need a home. But we can also be Christ's representatives in small, ordinary ways in our daily lives when we send a note to a shut-in ...take a covered dish to a grieving family ... attend a ballgame in support of youth at church ... contribute to a local fundraiser ... The ways to serve are as varied as our fingerprints.

We are to be God's hands and feet on this earth - whether in far-flung mission fields or on the streets of small-town U.S.A.

Father, give me the wisdom and boldness to be Your ambassador to this world. Let me not grow weary in doing well, but through Your strength represent You through my actions and my words. In Christ's name. Amen.

Lori Alvarado

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Celebrate your patriotism with some All-American baking this 4th of July. Here are a few ideas:

 Star-Spangled Cookies

Macaroons

Clipper Bars

All-American Brownies for a Crowd
(Caveat: I didn't wait until the brownies were completely cool to frost and cut. It didn't affect the taste; just the look!

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This is my July post for Lovely Branches Ministries. Check out the website!  Read Suzanne's blog for ideas about how to celebrate America's birthday. And see how Keva is doing after 6 months of a fast from purchasing new clothing and accessories. 

I am also linked today to Hear It on Sunday, Use It on Monday on Michelle's blog. Check out what other bloggers of faith have to say today. 

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The 2013 version of the Stafford Rodeo is at 8 PM July 12 and 13 at the Stafford Rodeo Arena. We'd love to have you experience the hospitality of our small town. Join us!

A Penny for Your Thoughts

A Penny for your thoughts. Really, Penny was in my thoughts last Friday as Randy and I went to the Stafford Rodeo.

I've never been a horse person. I didn't go through the preteen fascination that seems to afflict a bevy of girls, including my sister, Lisa, who had a horse named Penny. I left the fancy fringed shirt and cowboy boots to Lisa and her 4-H project. I was much more inclined to have both feet planted firmly on the ground. Give me a foods project or even a sewing project - both decidedly indoor activities - and I was much happier. I even liked working on 4-H books. (I know I am an anomaly, but I've always liked the art of telling a story.)

Lisa on Penny and me on the ground - where I belong!

But even though a rodeo is not something I want to do every weekend, I have to hand it to them. They sure know how to honor the American flag. That's not to say that my patriotic pride isn't similarly stirred at the Bill Snyder Family Stadium on K-State game day.

But there's still something moving about watching as the American flag is honored before a small-town rodeo.

This year, they included a reading of Johnny Cash's poem, "The Ragged Old Flag" while our own local cowgirl Jayme Ramsey carried a threadbare flag on horseback through the rodeo arena.

And then a brand new flag was similarly ushered past the assembled crowd that stood, hands over hearts and hats in hand, as "The Star-Spangled Banner" played. What a way to begin an evening of small-town entertainment!

The night at the rodeo had me remembering visits to my Grandma and Grandpa Leonard's house near Sublette when we were growing up. We often timed our summer visits to coincide with the Haskell County Fair in August, and a rodeo was always part of the fair's attractions.

When our kids were little, we took them to the rodeo, too. Neither of them went through the horse phase either. But that didn't mean they didn't enjoy the rodeo parade. They just saddled up their bikes instead of horses.

Brent and his friend, Erica, at a long-ago rodeo parade

A pink and white cowboy hat complete with feather trim came home from a rodeo once upon a time with a little girl who just may have talked her Daddy into an impulse buy. I couldn't find a photo of Jill in the pink cowboy hat. But the memory is still as vibrant as that hot pink hat.

Jill at the same parade

Small towns mean rodeo, parades and patriotism. There's nothing wrong with that.

If you'd like to hear Johnny Cash's "The Ragged Flag" click on the YouTube link. Enjoy!

Saddle Up

Our little town hosted its annual rodeo last weekend. It's been part of the fabric of our community for more than 50 years.

On rodeo weekend, it seems everyone finds their inner cowboy lurking somewhere deep inside. People who normally prefer ballcaps dust off their cowboy hats and mosey down to the rodeo arena. Nike tennis shoes get pushed aside for Justin boots. Adidas t-shirts are forsaken for Wrangler jeans and snap-button shirts.

Of course, we have our share of real cowboys and cowgirls. They look at home in their Stetsons and freshly-pressed Western shirts.

Some of the weekend cowboys look like they're trying a little too hard.

And then there are the littlest cowpokes. They eagerly watch for the parade of horses to begin.

The shiny purple chaps on this little darlin' were locked and loaded around the flanks of a lamb during the mutton bustin' for kids later in the evening. She didn't last long, even with her mom running frantically alongside to cushion the fall.


This little cowboy also had his time in the spotlight during his third attempt at mutton bustin' while his little cousin and the rest of us watched. His dad says his lil' cowpoke usually goes into the contest with a plan. When he was bucked off the first year, he scrambled for the fence and began climbing, just like he'd seen the "real" cowboys do on television.

This year, he planned to make the golden eight-second ride. But, alas, the lamb had other plans.

(Brent with his birthday "twin" and friend, Erica, at the Stafford Rodeo parade)

Our own cowboy also had a short ride on a calf at the Stafford Rodeo one year. With a crash to the ground and the wind knocked out of him, Brent's days as a rodeo cowboy were shortlived, which is just fine with his mother. I know most people love the rodeo's bullriding finale. I watch the event and cringe as the bucked-off cowboys roll away to avoid the hooves of 2,000-plus-pounds of beef pounding all around them. Saddling up on a bike for the rodeo parade is a much safer bet.

Jill also had a fleeting foray into the world of cowgirls. She came home from one Stafford Rodeo with a pink cowboy hat. (That's what happens when Dad and daughter go alone to the rodeo.) The hat didn't make it for the rodeo parade, but she did use the cowgirl outfit from her dance recital to add a little atmosphere to the bike ride. (And it's good that she got a little more mileage out of some of those expensive dance costumes!)



My sister, Lisa, went through a "horse" period in her 4-H career. Somehow, I think it was more about the outfit she got to wear during the county fair judging. This is about as close as I liked to get to Penny the Horse.


Even though I'm not a rodeo fanatic, I still like the atmosphere from a small-town rodeo. Back when we were kids, we used to visit our Sublette grandparents during the Haskell County Fair each summer. As I look back on it, my grandparents probably picked fair week so there were plenty of activities to entertain us.

But the rodeo was a centerpiece to the fair festivities. Now, when I go to a rodeo, I remember Grandma and Grandpa and the smell of popcorn, the majesty of the grand parade and the spectacle that rodeo brings.

It is an all-American extravaganza, isn't is?

And, as the rodeo announcer pointed out, it's one of the only sports that includes both patriotism and prayer as a prelude to the festivities.