We went decorating graves last Sunday as a family. I want the kids to know about thier ancestors, the amazing people that molded and shaped and built our ranch. So we took my folks and headed out. A picture of my Grandparents grave and monument. Grandpa Ekker was in WW1.
My Dad built the basket hanger with their brand on it and Mom decorated it with the vine and some horses.
3 generations honoring the 4th. I am sure ya'll feel exactly the same as me about your people, but my grandparents were saints! They were perfect and my heros! They loved me so much and I sure love them!
The grave of one of my other role-models, Uncle Parry. Always quick of wit, a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his face. A fine man!
WW2 military Police in Italy.
And another wonderful Uncle who was the definition of cowboy. Skinny as a whip and tough as nails. A veteran also. In the small town cemetary where they are buried I counted 83 flags honoring veterans. Maybe 300 graves in all. Thanks to all the Veterans, near and far!
Now for the cows and clouds. We hauled a heifer and her calf out to our leased pasture to join the rest of our own little bunch. The Lewis Flax is in its glory.
She's the fall calf who suprised us with a calf. Follow the milk truck with the built in fly swatter young un'!
When ya only run a little bunch you can get em' all in one frame! :wink:
But they are all ours and thats a great feeling!
Today we worked 112 head prior to their trip back to Wyoming next week. They wintered out here and will summer around the Bridger Valley. Dusty and bellering cows was the forecast. Weather guesser got it right! :shock:
Bryant rode his stud colt and kept the NordFork full. May have to breed a mare to this colt.
The NordFork in action. Most of ya have seen one i'd bet and they are helpful. 6 of us was the crew and the forks acted just like a couple extra guys.
Rick was a horseback too. Can ya'll notice the blatant descrimination against me? Just because I can't rope doesnt mean i shouldnt get the opportunity to try!

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What a fork looks like empty. A stake in the ground, a light rope tied to a tube, a rope tied to the fork and the fork. No spoons allowed!
The scattered showers over the Sheeprocks are welcome! And they made for a colorful sunset.
I call this one "two horse and twilight" :wink:
Just some swirls of cotton candy over head.
Black Crook cloudburst. Cows are on the mountain. Kids will be out'a school next week. Garden is planted. It's been a fine week.
