Snow-Finally!

We have been hoping for rain for about three months. The grass crunches when we walk; that is, if there is any grass left at all. Most of the time I am walking on dirt when I am out in the pasture to walk the dogs. Everything is brown except for sad droopy prickly...

The Feedyard Story

When we moved to Muleshoe in 1980, King Feedyard would grace the area with a rather pungent scent after it rained and the wind was blowing from the southwest. I grew up surrounded by rice and cotton fields and cattle in the pasture, but not close to a feedyard. I had...