Field Log 3/28/2010

North Erath County, Texas, 32.43 lat., -98.36 long. Elev. 1,086 ft.  Turkey Creek Quad.

The wind continues to blow today, approx. 15-25 m.p.h.   Yesterday, the wind was so strong it blew the mistletoe off the trees.  That’s gotta be high wind.

Yesterday, looked at Cooper’s in Stephenville for hackamore.  No good choices.  Too much metal.  Duncan Steele-Park used soft rope, no metal for the hackamore.

Fanny adjusting back to the ranch, but the colt down in the arena is having a hissy-fit to get close to her.  Shiney the colt is all-boy.  He’s eleven-months old, doesn’t know what his body is all about right now, but he will.  We mature males and females went through this period, I think — puberty.

Today, let Fanny, Hija and Lilly into pasture.  Shiney runs around the arena trying to attract Fanny’s attention.  Shiney is a full-brother to Fanny (same sire, same dam).  He calms down, then I put the mares into the Broke Tree Corral and stall area.  They seem relieved to get away from the peppy little guy that just wants to play.

Evening feed, two-hours ago, they all settled in.  Calm, for awhile.

Buttercup (Oenothera triloba Nutt), Poprock Ranch House, March 2010 (click to enlarge)

I searched for genus and species typing for the wildflower above.  Found it in Irwin and Wills, Roadside Flowers of Texas, that I have cited before.  These blossoms open in the morning and in the later afternoon shade.  The plant falls under the Evening-Primrose Family (Onagraceae).  Brenda first called it an evening-shade plant and she was correct.

This next blossom is from the same vicinity of the Buttercup.  This is the Wild Onion (Allium mobilense) that I found this morning.  I go out for the third time to the Poprock Ranch House grounds, to the southwest, prior to the barn, and I find this Wild Onion.  It is next to the fence line and the morning sun is rising fast.  Don’t want to lose the shadow for this framing.

Prickly Pear Cactus and Wild Onion (Allium mobilense), March 2010 (click to enlarge)

Then, upon scanning the ground, I find these other wildflowers.  I will identify them later, but I thought to end the weekend, I’ll go ahead and post them.

Unknown No. 1, Poprock Hill Ranch House Grounds, March 2010 (click to enlarge)

Unknown No. 2, Poprock Hill Ranch House Grounds, March 2010 (click to enlarge)

Unknown No. 2, Close-up, Poprock Hill Ranch House Grounds, March 2010 (click to enlarge)

This is a close-up view of the previous wildflower, having a distinctive scent.

Wind has died down.

Neighbors across on the country road that live in the trailer house have moved.  I liked the family.  Young woman with child.  She wrote letters and lifted up the red flag on the rural mailbox so that Jeannie Chisolm, our mail carrier and caretaker, could take the letters to friends far and wide.  Sometimes both our red flags for Jeannie would be up and I felt close to the family across the country road.

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13 responses to “Field Log 3/28/2010

  1. jerry

    Jack, I find your blogs interesting, to say the least. A lot about nature, cowboying, the simple life. Of honesty, common sense and hard work. A life many of us have lived, cherished, endured and been criticized and misunderstood for. But a great life and a connection to nature and God many, many people will never feel or understand….

    • Jerry: Thank you for your kind words. I was hoping you could be reading some of the posts, especially the Field Logs. Cousin, you must come and see us! (I will come back and write more. Gotta go to Abilene in a few minutes.) Honesty, hard work, common sense in the outdoors. A code and a place to practice the code. Later, Cousin — Jack.

  2. kittie howard

    Beautiful! Haven’t heard the term Hissy-fit outiside Deep South in years. Ma used to throw those when she wanted her way or whatever. And the rural mailbox’s red flag. And neighbors with flags up. Great socializing opportunity, walking to the mailbox at the same time (cause everyone knew everyone’s habit). Loved your photos. Evening Shade is one of my absolute favorites. And happy to know Fanny is doing just fine and that the kids are being kids, playfully so. Thanks, Jack!

  3. What great visuals…Shiney running around trying to impress Fanny, the wind blowing the mistletoe out of the trees, and the flags up on your rural mailboxes. How nice to think you can still put your mail out that way without fear of vandalism or theft.

  4. U R OK? Awful quiet here…hope all is well and you’re just super busy.

    • Martie: All is okay. Thank you. I read your comments on your blog about sustainability and lessening dependence on the grid. When Brenda and I come to Taos, we will see you and Mr. Sunflower. You must be busy prepping for your grandchild care taking? Yes? (One of the things dragging me down is the politics of this state of mine. Twenty miles away from our ranch, the people of a small community shut down a play because it had content about gays. I’m more angry than sad about Stephenville aka Stuporville, Texas.)

      I will post some nature writing and Field Log, probably later today. I got tack for Fanny and news about Shiney. That’s where my heart lies.

  5. Shiney and Fanny are a much better focus, I’m sure. I wasn’t too tickled to wake up to the NYT article about Obama approving oil drilling in the Atlantic. I’m thinking maybe it’s time to go deep in my cave again. Moving to CA early May. Will post from there.

  6. “They seem to relieved to get away from the peppy little guy that just wants to play.” This tickles me. Ah, puberty. Endless combustible energy.

    I’m with you and Martie on heading to the cave.

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