I wanna be a cowgirl baby!

The Cowgirls!

2007-12-29T14:48:00.000-08:00

Hi, I'm Lilly. I'm a hard core cowgirl. This is one of the few shots I'm caught without my cowgirl hat, spurs and boots, because I practically sleep in my attire. To the left is a classic picture of me hanging on the gate next to one of the best horses in the world Dakota.

To the right is my very best friend Morgsie. She too is a hard core cowgirl! There is seldom a moment you can catch her without her wranglers and belt buckle on. Her signature look is a long piece of straw hanging out of her mouth.

Baby Calf

2007-06-02T12:53:00.000-07:00

Morgsie and I took the baby calf on a walk one day. He didn't so much want to walk, so we ended up played on the grass. He's so cute! Just for future reference to all those out there who might one day get the chance to take a baby calf on a walk, don't take him near the old mom cows. They will stampede.

Here's the calf. He's the smaller one of the two we have on the farm. He's just such a skinny little guy. Check out his ribs. I think his little hip bones are the cutest though.

Here I am with him. We planned our outfits to match, cute huh!?

And here's Morgsie with the calf.

Baby Chicks

2007-04-24T14:40:00.000-07:00

A bunch of chicks!

These baby chicks fell asleep in my hands! It was so cute!

Here I am holding some chicks.

And here is Morgsie holding a chick.

Ode to Joe

2007-03-20T18:34:00.000-07:00

At this time I must be serious. March 19, 2007, Joe the horse died. Joe was a great horse! He was never mean, not to the other horses, and not to his riders. He was always a loving kind horse, and he will forever have a place in my heart. Joe suffered from hey fever, and cribbing. This was damaging to his lungs. We believe he died of a heart attack. The important thing is that he died surrounded by the ones he loved, and ones that loved him. To quote Long Horn Jack, "he died in his boots," doing what he enjoyed. I believe that Joe is in horsie heaven. Here is a picture of me on Joe.

The Blacksmith Shop

2007-02-27T15:59:00.000-08:00

Here are some pictures of Morgsie and I hard at work in the blacksmith shop. We have to make horseshoes for the horses poor hooves. It sounds quite tedious, but you know us, we make it fun! The hardest thing for us to avoid is branding ourselves. Sometimes when you get lost in the moment, and you least expect it, you can get burned. At first glance all the tools and nick nacks may seem overwhelmingly hard to understand, but with alot of patience and long hours of lost sleep, we have become comfortable with it all. The blacksmith shop has turned into a sort of second home for us. The picture at the top is of me, Lilly, and the bottom is of Morgsie, my partner in work.

An inspiration to all

2007-02-27T15:31:00.000-08:00

This is a picture of one of the greatest cowboys ever to walk this earth, although he is hardly walking because he is always driving a tractor. From his knowlege of slaughtering cows, to his awesome skills in pitchforking hay, he is an inspiration to all. He is great with all the animals, and knows them all by name. Although he is a supurb farmer, Long Horn Jack also has other skills. Some of those skills include telling great stories about what kind of men we cowgirls should marry. I also hear he is a diligent Boy Scout! He even goes to Boy Scouts when he could be home watchin American Idol! Talk about outstanding. The last great quality of Long Horn Jack I'm going to mention is his great ability to quote John Wayne movies. I am amazed at his acuracy in acting out these great movies! As you can tell by the expression on his face, and the fact that he is giving himself bunny ears, he sure does like to have fun. We all do love our Long Horn Jack.

Seeing a man about a horse.

2007-02-24T17:29:00.000-08:00

This shot is kind of a little embarrasing, but I just couldn't resist. It's just so...cowgirlesk. Just to even the score I also uploaded a picture of Morgsie in the same situation.

Time to catch a chicken!!!

2007-02-14T13:50:00.000-08:00

Catching chickens is one of the funnest things we do. We have to be really careful catching the chickens because they do attempt to escape our grasp. They cluck, and peck, and try to fly away, but if you have a firm grasp on them there's no letting them loose. Here are Morgsie and I going to catch the chickens.

Ah victory is ours! They give up a good fight, but the concluding results favor the competitors sixty times larger than them. Here are some pictures of Morgsie and I holding the weaker one of the bunch.

The absolute hardest chicken to catch is a white chicken we soon gave the name of Lickity Split to. We all chased him around the farm for days trying to catch him. Why catch a chicken you may be thinking quietly to yourself. Well, for those of you who have never felt the little heart beat of a chicken next to yours, or felt his wings flap in your very own hands then this question is just. But for those of you who have experienced this rare occasion, you can understand my pasion toward embrasing these fowls. Here are Morgsie and I holding the white chicken. Don't let her fool you, I'm the one who really caught him, she's just posing for the pic.

The Party House!

2007-02-03T14:32:00.000-08:00

The Party House is one of our very favorite places to hide out on the farm. Something about it just leaves us so relaxed and somewhat numbed. However, there are some bad side effects, but nothing twenty cups of water, some extra sleep, a half hour cold shower, and a lightless, soundless room can't cure. Anyone out there who is, was or have ever known a cowgirl can relate to this party house fix. When the ducks won't stop producing that offensive noise and the cows refuse to eat, a cowgirl needs a break. And there's always that paranoia of what really goes on behind all that goat fur. There's something about not being able to see an animals eyes that can freak you out.

Gitty up!!

2007-01-29T20:02:00.000-08:00

It's time to ride! Of course we don't exactly get to that point at such ease. First our chores to prepare the horses to ride are quite arduous. We brush all five horses thoroughly. Then we feed them a nutricious mixture. The most difficult of the tasks is when we have to decide which two horses we will take out for the day...three are destined to be left behind. :( After the horses are well groomed and fed, we then place their bits firmly in their mouths and ever so gently place their saddles on their backs. We have a grand time out on the farm! The horses love to run and
play. To the left are some pictures of Morgsie and I saddling up for a ride. At the top is me, Lilly, riding one of the bounciest runners, Shorty. The bottom picture is of Morgsie riding the calmest horse on the farm, Joe. What a fun time we have!!

Drivin' the tractor!

2007-01-27T11:19:00.000-08:00

Here we are on the tractor. In these particular pictures we make the job look easier, and more layed back than it really is. Driving the tractor every morning at the crack of dawn can be a diffucult and tedious job. Especially in this cold weather, sometimes we're out working in negative degree temperatures. But we're troopers, and we will never give up on our duties. We do try our best to make it eventful, and since we're such supurb cowgirls, we do have a little fun.