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Tales from the O-NO Ranch

Mad Jack Hanks
Wellington, Colo.

One of my favorite all time songs is “Green, Green Grass of Home” by Tom Jones. There’s just something about green, lush green grass, gentle readers, that satisfies the longings of the soul. For me, at least, it seems to.

At today’s writing, it is the 5th of February and I figure we have another five to seven weeks of uncomfortable weather with a few decent days tossed in. I can hardy wait to see those first few sprigs of green grass poppin’ to to greet the Colorado sun.

I bought hay for my horses last week and it was high. It was high in price and modest in quality. I priced some “really good hay,” according to the seller, and it would have cost me almost FOUR HUNDRED A TON!

I gave a little less than 2.60 for what I bought and it will get me by until spring and I was more than glad to get it. There are still icy fingers of snow drifts running down along the creek and through my back yard and the corrals and my pastures are dry, dry, dry. The wind got up to about 60 miles per hour and better the other day, and I thought I was back in West Texas with all the dirt blowing across the prairie.

My thoughts go to our friends in Eastern Colorado and those states that got ambushed by that last big blizzard.

I have no losses of livestock or anything close to a loss and I know that when that snow and ice has all melted in those areas that there will be plenty of good ole green grass. The cold and snow and misery of this past winter will be but a whisper to some of us, but it still will be a difficult recovery for so many who have worked so hard to have what little they have, and then to have lost so much of it. Unfortunately, that’s the nature of the beast.

I saw a small bunch of Robins a couple of weeks ago and had to take a second look to be sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me. I don’t know if they knew what they were doin’ or not by being here on the O-NO Ranch in such miserable weather but they were here. Yesterday at church I mentioned it to my friend Bob who ranches in the area and he confirmed that he has seen some on his place. Children, that has to be a good sign of things to come. Robins in late January? Something’s up. I don’t know what, but maybe, just maybe, the ole groundhog knows what he’s talkin’ about and we are in for an early spring.

Green grass, that’s what I want to see ” heck, I’d like to see an ole rattler out in the pasture and I’d know for sure that spring is finally here.

Let’s “cowboy up,” hunker down, lay behind the log and keep our powder dry and see if spring doesn’t come early this year.

Green, green grass ” is there anything more palatable to a cowman than green, green grass?

Stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion and I’ll c. ya.


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