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  Day 1--Welcome to Cape Breton Island part 1
Hello everybirdie, my name is Angel Girl. I am a member of the SKY Flock, and this month's BOTM candidate. I would like to take this first day to introduce myself a little bit, and outline our month long trip to beautiful Cape Breton Island, Nova, Scotia, Canada.
I arrived at the Sky flock several years ago when my new owner became too afraid of me to keep me. I had lived with my first owner for the first five years of my life. I was born to his father's flock in the Barrie, Ontario area. I was a much loved, and pampered pet, who enjoyed the best of food, and attention. I even have a custom made large cage. When the relationship between my daddy and mommy fell apart I was posted for sale on the internet and ended up in Peterborough, Ontario,.
Why my new owner ever got me will forever be a mystery, but was, in part motivated by my Momma Deb telling her that she had wanted an African Grey for many years and was considering a clutch of Cameroons. My new owner had the very best of intentions, but lacked Parrot handling skills and experience. She was afraid of me, and when I made an escape from my cage, was unable to get me home again, and resorted to using a broom to "herd" me along. I came to hate the broom, as I was daily allowed out, but broomed back to my cage. Eventually I began to attack the broom, and the one holding it aggressively, biting and screaming my displeasure. After several months of war, my owner contacted my Momma Deb and asked her if she would take me in. My Momma Deb was very happy to go get me. She found me cowering in the back of the cage, locked in the back bedroom. I was quickly "caught up" with a towel and placed into a carrier. My cage and I were loaded up, and I was off to my new forever home.
It took a lot of work to get to the place were I trusted Momma Deb. She endured many hard bites, and one attack on that broom she was using to clean the floor. Since Momma Deb didn't give-up, I decided that I would trust her, and have since become Momma's special Girl. I have an extensive vocabulary of words, and sound effects, and I love singing my many songs. Enough about me.
This month we will be exploring Cape Breton Island, along the Cabot Trail by horse-back. IF any-birdie does not have a horse from CHUEY's BOTM Cattle Drive please let me know and we will round up one for you. We will be camping outdoors, enjoying many fun adventures, taking part in some Celtic festivals and games, and maybe even end up sparkled as my Fister Little Angel and Dixie Adler joy us for the trip. Pack up your camping gear, and ready to ride.
See everyone tomorrow as we take flight to Cape Breton. (SKY has transported our horses there by trailer).
Hugs and love
ANGEL GIRL 224627

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09/01/2014 09:37.47 AM Report This Comment  
  Message from QUEEN CHUEY
Howdy everybirdy, Queen Chuey here. I want to thank you all once more for riding the Trail with me. I had lots of fun and adventure this past month. I have a few plans for this upcoming month of September in the Castle. Seeing how well you all have mastered the art of horse riding,roping and the like, I think it only right to hold a RODEO at the Castle. The day and time will be posted both on the Calendar page and my own, also on my cousin ANGEL GIRLS PAGE.


Angel Girl is our September BOTM candidate and I know that you all will enjoy the month with her on Cape Breton Island. This adventuresome month will be narrated in true SKY FLOCK style and humor. It promises to be a fun, informative adventure. I must warn you though,that LITTLE ANGEL and her Hus-bird DIXIE will be joining you , so be prepared for some "SPARKLY" times head. ANGEL GIRL'S page #--224627.
Remember to give those horses some extra oats and molasses, they sure deserve it. Now, if I can only get these cowbird boots off, I'm gonna relax by the pool for a spell. Then enjoy some fine vittles in the Banquet Hall.
Hugs and kisses
Queen Trail Boss Chuey

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09/01/2014 09:01.13 AM Report This Comment  
  Day 31--The final Trail to Wyoming
Well, you can bet we sure had a merry time watchin' Bart, and his rustlers tryin' to get that mess off their feathers and cowboy outfits. The harder they tried, the worse mess they got themselves into. Jenny-Lynn just stood there, wings on her hips, laughin' so hard I wondered she didn't fall over. We came outta the brush and from behind them rocks to enjoy the show. Bart was cawin' and cussin' like a crow, but the more he tried, the worse it got. His wings got to stickin to his cowboy hat, then he fell again onto them ants and he was rollin like a dog with fleas.
"Ain't ya gonna help me Jenny-Lynn?" Bart pleaded as he tried in vain to get his wings off his head.
"Nah, I'm kinda enjoyin the show myself." JL sat down on a boulder and watched. The others gave up their fightin' and tryin and just stood their, sticky glop droppin' off in puddles onto their boots.
"Bart, we give up! You can try to take them cows ya gotta mind to, but we quit!" Twitch turned and looked at us, "you can shoot us if ya wanta, but we don't want your herd no more."
"You get, don't let us be seein' any sign of ya ever agin, or we'll be hangin from a rope" I finish and looked at them, grinning widely. "Now vamoose" It took but a few seconds before they began to wobble, and stumble off down the Trail, I had no doubt we'd seen the last of them. "Now Bart, what ya gotta say for yourself. You know the law of the West is hangin' but I don't have no heart for the likes of that. Instead you'll work for Lizzie, do all the dish washin, and ever she has a problem with ya, she's free to toast ya." Bart looked sadly at the mess he was in, and silently nodded his agreement. After much scrubbin in the river he came up as clean as a scoundrel like him could be. He worked quietly and nervously for Lizzie all the way to Wyoming where we cut him loose hopin' he'd learned his lesson. I'm a proud Trail Boss at how well you all learned to rope and ride, herd, and protect the herd of Long-horned Cattle all the way from Texas to Wyoming. You shot, and fought like the very best of them seasoned cow-punchers, ya ought be real proud of yourselves.
At this time I wish to thank each and everyone of you for your awesome support, both by voting daily and your encouraging words. I truly hope you all enjoyed your month long adventure on the Western Trail, and perhaps came away with a little bit of historical information too.
A very special thank you goes out to Momma Deb of the SKY FLOCK for all her photo editing, and assistance, without which I would never have been able to write such an eggciting, and fun adventure. Momma Deb is a real story-teller, and I appreciate her hard work, input and help.
Now, with my last blog posted I am heading back home for a short visit with my own Momma. I know she missed me while we rode the Trail, forged the River and fought the bad-birds. I have missed my hus-bird Mikey D too.
with love and hugs
Trail Boss Chuey

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08/31/2014 10:11.34 AM Report This Comment  
  Day 30--As the smoke settles
What a gun-fight it was. Bullets sailin' arrows whizzin' past ya, and of course our herd stampeeding like mad-dogs towards the River. TiPaul races Lightning past the lead and cuts sharp hopin' to turn the varmits some, Pookie let's out a YIP, and dashes round the herd to the south, turnin' the lead steers back towards our camp. Mind ya it was a better idea then havin' them chargin' long-horns divin' into the water have crazy-like. Dixie cut into the dust and thunderin' hooves, and roped a cow pullin' the rope taunt he backed her up and a number of steers took her lead and swung wide to the north, and retraced their poundin' hoof prints.. Strawberry and Sugar where slappin' their hats on the horses flanks to pick up even more speed, as the herd continued to run wild. " YEEEEHAWWW! Chyna's voice could be heard over the herd, They're turnin' back"
Well on any other day, them cows changin' their ornery minds mighta been a good idea, but right now it wasn't. A bullet whipped by, knockin' my hat clear off my head. "WOW, that was close"
"Sorry Boss," Baxter yelled, " I missed my target"
"I wanta hope so, especially if'n I'm that target" I couldn't help but laugh at all the fun we was havin'. Then I heard them cows bearing down towards us. I sprung for my horse Cutter and barrelled out to meet them Steers face-on, Sky and Jenny-Lynn kept me covered, as Sweetpepper, Little Peep, and Cydney rode out to join me. " We have to make them turn back into themselves. We'll have to hold tight and make'em veer to the right. That oughta slow them down enough to get' em back under control. With thousand pound of cows, headin straight at us, I was sure prayin' my plan would work. The lead cow came right towards us, the herd on her heals. I let off a couple shots into the air and she turned, her side brushin Cutter as she headed in the direction I had wanted.
"Yippe! It worked, I never doubted ya Boss" Little Peep yelled riding after the slowin' herd.
I whipped my forehead, counted my blessin's then rode back into the gun-fight. Jumpin clear of Cutter as I dove for the side of the chuckwagon.
"Ready Boss" BonBon whispered," Let's go gettum." I let out a whistle that brought JL, Sky, Kiddo, Jolie, Finnegan crawlin and weavin' their way to join me back of the dragon-Wagon. Each picked up a big metal bucket, and snuck off into the thick brush .I followed, my bucket in hand. Movin' silent like,we made our way to where we had Bart and his ratty bunch of rustlers pinned-down. Gettin as close as we could, we stopped, watchin a spell. Then Jenny-Lynn headed into the camp. Bart drew on her but seein' JL. he lowered his riffle. Jenny lifted her wing as if to stretch and we set sail with the special-surprise BonBon and Snowflake concocted. Honey, molasses, and red hot chili peppers land with a splat coatin' all them rustlers from head to toe. Bart stumbled, and landed square onto an ant hill. What fun!
Chuey 245908

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08/30/2014 03:19.45 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 29--The Guns Blazin--Battle at Pegleg Crossin'
WOW, now that was too close for comfort. Chuey here with today's Cattle Drive Update. It was just as the sun was settin' in the West, that the gun fight began. In the growin' darkness it becomes mighty hard to see what lurks in the brush near by a rider. The herd was grazin quiet-like when all of a sudden all "hell-broke-loss". Cinn-A-Bun had just rode long-bout the outer south flank of the herd, when somethin' went whippin' pass his ear, dang-close too.
"What the ???" he shouts in shock, kneein' Firestorm into a gallop to rejoin Kiddo, Gus and Willie toward the drag. " RUSTLERS!" went up the call as bullets came a sailin' towards the riders. Well, it wasn't but a second, before Jenny-Lynn, Sky, Snowy and Raffi was kneelin behind the boulders gun a blazin in return fire. Arrows flew towards the treeline, and a yelp came from the grown blackness, " Bart, I dun been shoot in the Vent."
I was just returnin from my trip to spy on their where-abouts when they'd jumped horses and took off into the night. I had hoped to get back before the fun started but let me tell ya, by the time I returned to the herd, the cows was racin' in panic towards the Crick, guns was blastin away at them Rustlers. I sprung off Cutter and dived behind the nearest rocks, takin' careful aim at a big Black galoot, ridin after our herd. He let out a yip when I dusted his tail feathers but good.
"BOSS, BOSS!?" Hulk came crawlin low over to join in the fight. "Jenny-Lynn and Raffi have Black Bart pinned down in cross fire. She wants tah know what you want her to do?"
"Tell her to bring him in alive if she can, we don't want no blood shed"
Hulk got off a few good shots as he ducked and dived the bullets wavin' his way back to where JL had Bart in her sights.
Jedi, Panther, Apache and Spot had managed to make their way up to join Cheyenne brothers. Kaji and Lizzie had their double-barrels blazin' holdin' off the mangy-thieves tryin to steal our Dragon-Wagon. Mikey was busy pepperin' a nasty-tempered bearded crow with rock-salt. "Got- em" he yelled to Kaji as the Crow let out a yelp as the shot bulls-eyed its mark.
"YEE HAAAW, nuthin better then a good gun-fight!" JL yells to me across the open grassland. Pookie and Dixie had raced out after the herd, with TiPaul, Sugar, Chyna and Strawberry in hot pursuit. Angel and Pepper covered the riders as they took care4ful aim towards the trees from where the return fire had come. Pearl and Silver hankered down behind an old wooden box and carefully watched for perfect aim and fired as one. "YOWWWW! Hey that hurt" came the pained response.
Cappy, Chipper and Boo Boo dropped down onto their bellies and began to inch closer to where the Rustlers where hidden. They had a BIG SURPRISE for them. Snowflake and BonBon had been busy mixin up a special gift for their uninvited Rustler friends.
Chuey 245908

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08/29/2014 03:41.42 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 28--Ready for the Battle to come
Well, howdy there all you cow punchers, Chuey here with today's Cattle drive Update. Things are gettin' right touchy 'bout now. With Jenny-Lynn drawn on Bart and evenin' drawn close, we're settin' bout to have us a gun shoot. Black Bart, he's a thinkin' we will be easy pickins but he ain't hankered down long enough to get a real eye-full of just how much bird-power we have on our side.
" Boo, I've been thinkin' long here, and I think maybe we might just take him completely by surprise."Chipper says to me, as I was restin my vent for a spell.
"I was thinkin' likewise myself" I tell her, then firgure I'd best be gettin' back to work. I let out a shrill whistle and Cutter came trotten up ready to go. Springin' into the saddle I head back to check on the drag, and make sure everyone was safe and on the alert back there.
"Sugar? Anything out-a the ordinary back here?"
"Everything is calm and peaceful. Gus and Hulk have rode back to help us keep an eye on the stranglers." Cori says, pointin over by the tree line. I can just make out Apollo and Gus throught he heavy dust floatin' in the humid air.
I give Cutter a quick slap onthe flanks and he is off at a quick trot. We stop by and speak to every wrangler as we make a round about the herd. Pullin back into point position, I settle into my saddle and do me some serious calculatin'. I figuring that we should be cross Brady Creek west of Brady by high noon. From there we enter the hills and high country through to Cow Gap this side of Coleman. That's a long, steep trail we were headin into, what with newborn calves, and rustlers we were certain to have some troubles for sure!
Pulling on my reins, I spin Cutter out from the point and gallop off to the north, Sky and Jenny-Lynn watch from their hidden nest among the rocks. "I wonder what Chuey's up to?" Sky says out loud to no one in particular.
"She's goin to ride round back of those mangy rustlers and get herself some first-hand information. I know it won't be long before that varmint makes his move to steal the herd and collect himself some horse too." JL watches through her telescope.
" Well boyz, it's nae-onto-noon, not much longer now. What easy money this is gonna be Boyz. Change the rands some and collect the cash in Wyoming." Black Bart laugh, spittin chewin-tabaccie from the side of his beak.
"money, lots of money Boyz"
Twitch finishes cinching his saddle on his grey nag, and nods agreement. "Lots of money Boss, lots!"
Chuey listens silently, a grin closing her face, " you just wait "boyz" you just wait!"
Chuey 245908

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08/28/2014 04:55.50 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 27--Bring it on Bart!
Well, howdy all, Chuey here with our Cattle Drive Update. We made this side of San Saba at Pegleg Crossing by mid-afternoon, but he herds were weary from the quick pace, so we pitched camp early and set about puttin' guards on watch. We'd gotten word back from Sky regardin what they'd been findin' out from thoise Rustlers and Black Bart. As told by Sky, Jenny Holiday Earp Hickok took to visitin again;
"..I want to speak to my old friend alone for a moment!" Jen sits tall in her saddle and rides to meet up with Mr Bart! The two old friends shake wings and Jen says "back off Blackie, let my friends & herd pass peacefully!" Not liking that, Bart slaps leather but Jen pulls hers first, and all of a sudden, Bart is looking down the bore of Jenny's deadly 44! JL holsters her weapon, and says,"ride away, we are even friend" with a quick shoulder bump, the two return to their own people! Jen is under orders not to cause any disturbance and is waiting furthers orders from Trail Boss Ms Chuey."
Chuey rubs her chin, shakin her head, " Sky, Go pick out a dozen birds and post them around Bart's camp, have' em on the ready. We're fixin' to have us a shoot-out!"
Jedi rides over to speak with Chuey, "Boss, I brought you some Cheyenne scouts from my family at the rez. They will watch over us and make sure all of us are safe and not harmed. They will be watching over us with bows and arrows ready !" Chuey looked around, then Jedi pointed to the distant hills, Lifting his Arm, Chuey saw two scouts raise Bows high over their heads. "Thanks pardner, we're well prepared"
Jenny rode away to rejoin Chyna watchin from a distance. "He ain't gonna let this be." Chyna grinned knowin' he was goin' ride his band of rustlers into a mess of trouble."

" Ok boyz, They think they have us scared, Well, we'll be seein' to that" Bart laughs his wicked laughter echoing off the hills and rocks. " get yourselves ready, we're goin' callin" Bart laughs again louder, evil and menacing. His gang of mangy rustlers grin, gettin into their boss's merriment. "Yes sir ye, we'll show'em " twitch says as he saddles up his nag. Mountin up, they ride off to collect themselves a herd of long-horns. Arriving in the rocky brush by the river, they wait for their payday to arrive from down the trail.
" Boss, Boss, we'er all set." Pookie says, riding past to join the point riders out front carryin' their long-riffles across their saddles, Panther, tips his hat and nods, he's ready and waitin' for the show to begin. Cori, Sugar and Falco hold the herd into a straight line for the River ahead, swing-ridin' all the while keepin' eyes on the trail and hills close by. Sweetpepper, with Sweetie and Kacey carry newborn calves on their saddles, too young for the quickened pace of the herd."
Trail Boss Chuey 245908

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08/27/2014 02:07.01 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 26- troubles comin our way
Howdy cow-wranglers, Chuey here with today's Cattle Drive Update. We rode double watches during the night to keep an eye open for our friend Black Bart. We were waitin' for him and his raggedy band of vultures to swoop down on our herd and run' em off in the middle of the night, but all was quiet. Too quiet!
"Boss," Polly whispers " what' d ya think he's up too?"
"Well, ain't too sure. He's been trailin' us since we headed out, ain't sure at all" I answered, not sure what to say beyond that.
" JL and Sky sent back word through Kiddo and Spot that Black Bart had hankered down over yonder by Llano. They been talkin' real quiet-like, makin plans" Jedi reports. I nod, and give Cutter his head as we make one round of the herd to update the others on what I just learned.
We kept the herd close-up and movin' pretty steady through the mornin' and by mid-day we'd already covered six miles. I'd just set down to some hot vittles when Chyna came gallopin' in, stoppin in a cloud of dust and horse sweat. " the rustlers are saddled up and movin to the rocks west of Beef Trail Crossin'. Jenny-Lynn and Sky are followin' 'em so they don't make a slip on us and get us by surprise. "
Chyna hopped off Dyna-Dancer, and Rio grabbed the lead and walked her to the corral, stripin' her saddle off and rubbin' her down good. BonBon ropes a silver dapple and throws the saddle over his muscular back, tightenin' the straps good, and leads him over to where Chyna is eatin' a quick bowl of stew before headin' back to join up with JL and Sky.
"tell them two not to get gun-crazy too soon, we wanta teach Bart a lesson 'bout his thieving' ways"
I grabbed up Cutters reins, as I sprung onto his back, given him a slap on the shoulder we were off on a gallop to warn the point riders to b e ready for the "party"
"Sky, look" Jenny-Lynn points out the hoof prints of two new riders crossin' those of Black Bart and his band of rustlers." Sky leans over the shoulder of his horse Chief and studies them for a minute.
"Yep, looks that way" Sky clicks to Cutter and they move out followin' the new set of tracks for a spell to see who it is that has joined the rustlers. They didn't have to ride long before they spied the gang, settled down in the brush, with a smoke-less fire heatin' a pot of grub. Black Bart was in deep conversation with the two new comers, while the others kept a watch for the herd on the trail. It was here, hidden by the rocks and brush that Chyna caught up with them. She had brought them food from the dragon-wagon and they ate it in silence as they kept watch on their friends below .
Suddenly, the camp was alive with activity as the rustlers caught up their horses, and silently packed up their belongin's. " Ok boys, they're gonna be here in a few hours, lets get us ready, "SLIM, you and Twitch get over to the rock corral and make sure that the herd can't escape when the rest of us drive them in there."
Trail Boss Chuey 245908

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08/26/2014 01:53.45 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 25--Troubles are a brewin'
Howdy pardners, Chuey here with today's Cattle Trail Update. We had ourselves a restful, peaceful night. The watches went smooth as silk, and not one cow was inclined to stir up any troubles. We filled up on a breakfast of hot biscuits and gravy, bacon, eggs, and some flap-jacks. What a meal that Lizzie, Kaji and Mikey dish out. Could get used to this mighty easy.
As the point riders moved out, aand the dawgies fell into place the mornin' sun was just peakin' over the eastern horizon. I decided to take Baxter and Little Peep with me and scout out ahead a ways for good grazin for the noon stop-over. We'd rode like-wise to four miles when somethin' shiny in the distance caught my eye. We pulled up under the shade of a tree as I watched for a spell. "HHMMMM? Looks like we're 'bout to get us some company" I sat still and watched longer and ate my apple with Baxter and L'il Peep. "Yep! We best be headin' back to the herd, wanta make sure we got the welcome mat out"
By the time we rejoined the herd they were two miles shy of were I'd saw the sun bouncin' off something in the distance. Somethin' like the barrel of a gun!"
"Jenny_lynn, Chyna, Sky, I need ya to ride over towards the west some, cut back at Beef Trail Crossin' . I think we're about to have us some fun."
Sky and the others rode off at a gallop. Pistols were carried in Holsters worn in varies manners. A multitude of holster styles existed and each was made for a specific need. Rifles were carried in hand or in scabbards attached to the saddle or wagon. 'Cowbirds' carried their pistols as tools and kept them in a readily available condition. Most cowbirds were good to excellent marksbirds, relying on their guns to stay alive on the trails.
"We're in for some fancy shootin' cowboys and girls, best ya all get your side-arms at the ready." I rode from wrangler to wrangler. A tension spread swiftly through the group, as we pushed the herd along the trail, gettin' them to pick up a l'il speed.
"BOSS, you sure we can't handle Black Bart?" Zippy asked nervous of the possible outcome
"There's but five or six of 'em against all us, we'll lickin' right good and dandy Zippy!"
Jenny-Lynn, Sky and Chyna had made record time to Beef Trail Crossin, and were doublin back to come up behind them thievin' feather-lice infected rustlers. They ground hitched their horses and creep up nice and slow until they had them in their sights. "Think we might as well blast'em now? " JL asked eager for a good fight.
"Not yet, let's have some fun first" Chyna whispers softly
Sky took a small stone and tossed it far to the left. The rustlers wiped round as if a Ghost had touched ' em." What was that boss?"
"Ain't nuthin' but a chipmunk or the likes of it." Black Bart watched as in the distance the dust cloud appeared, " herds acomin' get ready lads"
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08/25/2014 12:55.57 PM Report This Comment  
  Hi Poppy sweetie
My name is Angel Girl--Angel for short. I am SKY and Little Angel's fister. I am going to be your September BOTM candidate.
I have spoken at length with my frother SKY and Chuey our cousin and Sky had agreed to let all of you keep your cow-pony for next month as we take a horseback tour of the beautiful and historic
Cape Beeton Island, Canada. We will require birdies willing to lead a pack-horse of two as we rough it out under the stars, learn about the Celtic heritage of this Island, whale watch and more. I hope you all will be able to join us on this day by day tour.
Angel Girl 224627

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08/24/2014 03:37.49 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 24-- Where the green grass grows
Howdy all, Cowgirl Chuey here with Sunday's Cattle Drive update. It's firstly important to note that after a lot of yellin' hazin' and chasin' we got the herd and remuda cross the Red River and gathered safety on the other side. We sure were bushed when it was all said and done, but there's no rest for the wranglers on the trail. We got ourselves a good fed of grub, and set about a spell talkin' of all the places we'd so far passed through.
The trail proceeded northward, crossing the James River near the site of present Noxville, the Llano at Beef Trail Crossing, the San Saba at Pegleg Crossing, and Brady Creek west of Brady. The trail left the Hill Country through Cow Gap. The Western Trail crossed the Clear Fork of the Brazos near Fort Griffin at the Butterfield-Military Road crossing, where the second feeder trail from Tom Green County, which ran through Buffalo Gap, joined the trunk route. Thence the Western Trail proceeded through Throckmorton, crossed the Brazos at Seymour and the Pease at the site of Vernon, and veered northeastward to leave Texas at what later became known as Doan's Crossing.
The Western Trail crossed the Prairie Dog Town Fork of the Red River a few miles north of Doan's, to enter Greer County, near present day Warren, Oklahoma. We will soon leave the current trail north of Abilene, to take the Potter-Bacon Cutoff to cross the Llano Estacada, ending in Wyoming. Leaving the river, the trail now enters the most dangerous section of the route, the Cheyenne-Arapaho Reservation. Here the drovers frequently meet American Indians who want to supplement their meager government rations with fresh beef. Usually the meetings ended amicably, but in the mid-1880s military escorts were frequently assigned to the trail. However, we have already made contact with the tribal leaders and will cross the territory unharmed.
Weighin' heavy on everyone's mind is the report of Jenny-Lynn, that Black Bart and his gang of rustlers have their hearts set on takin' the herd for themselves. To help protect the wranglers we are riding doubled up, and everybird is packin fire-power, just in case it comes to a real-life western shoot-out.
The cows move slowly, tired from their day long crossin' of the Red. We don't push them hard, but wanta try to get some distance between us and the rustlers before we hit the rough, rugged mountain-like terrain to come. Since Dragon-wagons are prime attack targets because they carry not only food supplies but ammunition. medical and other stocks as well, we have appointed JL, Sky, BB, Chyna and Kiddo to ride guard until we hit the Kansas border northwest of Buffalo Gap.
Happy Trails to you, until, we meet again
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08/24/2014 02:43.17 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 23--Crossing the River part 2
Whoopie, Ride 'em down Pookie" I hollered as the bull charged through the millin' herd at the water's edge, and out into the open grasslands beyond, followed by half the herd. Susan and Kacey light out after the herd at top speed, cutting cows back towards the river. The panic of one cow runs wild through a herd, it becomes a dangerous game for both riders on their horses and the herd itself.
" Cut her off Zippy" Rio yells over the thunder of hooves. Zippy maneuvers her horse into the herd, and swings the horse towards the river, turning a fleein' heifer and calf, several others follow her, as they slow their pace to a fast walk in the right direction.
"Giddiy up" Sky slaps Chief on the shoulder as he lunges out of the rushing river, after the runaways. Pookie let's his rope fly, catching the bull by the front leg. He tumbles forwards to the ground, giving the riders time to get in front of the stampede and turn them back. Pookie holds the rope taunt with his horse preventin' that bull movin' for a spell. Finally with the herd slowin' and turning towards the River, the bull staggers to his feet as the rope slacks. Pookie is joined by Gus as they haze him back into the center of the herd once more.
"What expert horsemanship!" I yell across the River to those responsible for stopping a stampede. We'd managed to hold the herd already crossed calmly in the sea of grass. "Ok, let's get' em over" I yell and wave my ok, as the herd is once more pushed into the water and swam over.
It takes a goodly part of the day to move our herd across the river, what with strays, them gettin' bogged in the mud on the banks and needin' pulled out, and the water pulling weaker ones with the current. Finally with the calves swam over across saddles, the herd is put to graze as the horses and Dragon wagon prepare to join us.
"Alright, let's get the wagon over" Sky and Jenny-Lynn help the ferry man roll the heavy vessel onto the raft,. It's goin' be a slow process to carry first the wagon, then the supplies across the rushing river. The ferry is pulled by heavy rope cables strung shore to shore. It is hard, difficult work, but surely as not it is finally finished. As Kaji, Lizzie and Mikey help re-load the supplies the remuda is driven from their oped corral towards the river.
" OK Boss, let's have'em go" Peppino calls out to Chuey on the opposite shore. Chuey raises her cowbirdhat and the push begins. The horses are herded for the bank and quickly out into the moving waters. We don't give'em time to rethink this. Horses are good swimmers, but some still flail wildly and have to be roped and pulled to the banks, amongst the screams and high shrill fearful whinnies.
Sugar sees a white gelding pulled under the current, tossing her rope over his slender neck as he comes to the surface further down stream. She clicks to Thorin who lunges for shore and up the grassy embankment. The gelding pants heavily.
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08/23/2014 01:25.14 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 22- Crossing the rushing Red River
Howdy pardners, Chuey here with a brief update on our progress on the Cattle Trail.
With Jenny-Lynn's safe return from checkin' out the rustlers I was able to have some peace of mind. We have other pressing matters at hand. We'd no doubt deal with them rustlers mighty soon. Sky, Jenny-Lynn, Jedi, Ms BB and Pearl at point we began to haze the herd towards the river. The roar of the water fillin' our ears long before we arrived outside Doan. Sugar, Boo Boo, Snowflake, Chipper, and Cori helped to round up the cows with young calves at their feet. Ropin' the calves and tying 'em over their saddles for safety. The others took to yowlin' and Yippin' to stir the herd to movin'. Cattle by nature are leery of fast moving water, and this River was no different. They hesitated as they were pushed by those behind them down the red rocky banks into the cold water.
Jenny usin' her horse, Get Away, bumped the lead steer to get him committed to the swim, the others bulked as they entered the river, bawling and tryin' their darnedest to turn back. With a swat on the butt the lead cow plundered into the water, eyes wide with fear, but she continued to move, swimming as she reached the middle of the nearly mile wide crossing.
"Move' em long, gitt-along, cow-bosssssss, Git-ip, move 'em up." Sky yellsa t the frightened cattle, forcing them to swim to reach the other side safely. " JL, Rope that red before she falls" Jenny-Lynn ropes her in one try, pulling the tired heifer to safety closer to the bank.
"Calf down" Snowflake yells to Jedi who plunges his horse along side the calf being tugged away with the current. " Got 'er" he yells out, pulling the calf beside his horse and out of the river's rushing waters.
"Bring 'um up" Sky yells as the herd continues to file into the river on the Doan banks. " BB, black steer" he yells over the river's roar. BB swings Sun Dancer to the right and ropes a steer who has fallen before he got trampled by those behind him. The horses whinny loudly out of fear and tension as their riders push the herd forward. "Susan, white heifer to your left" A yearling heifer flails terrified in the strong current, pulled down stream. Susan races Thorin down the banks to cut off the drownin' heifer, roping her over the horns she backs her horse up pulling the bawling heifer to the opposite bank.
" YAAAAW!!! Get-a-long" Spot yells to the now hesitant cattle. He uses his horse to push them to the bank and Silver drives them on into the water.
Dixie, Cookie, Hulk and Cydney swim their mounts across the river just south of the herd, to help pull out stranded cattle to safety.
Suddenly a bawl cuts the air as a red checked bull enters the river, tryin' to turn back he bumps those behind him causing them to split and run away from the river. Celine and Polly race after him, with Zippy Rio and Pookie cutting in front of the herd following at his heels. We had a stampede headin' our way if they can't turn'em back to the water.
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08/22/2014 11:07.14 AM Report This Comment  
  Day 21-- The Perils that lurk in the water
Howdy wranglers, Chuey here with today's Cattle Drive Update. It's a warm day as the sun rose over the horizon. The final night watch was in from the herd as Kaji and Lizzie served up a mes of biscuits with gravy, oatmeal and black thick Texas Coffee. A mighty fine feed if ya are askin' me. Mikey was busy loading up the hot-rolls into the Dragon-wagon (chuck-wagon to all ye green-horns) as the light finally began to bounce off the milling herd of critters out on the pasture just north-east of Doan.
I'd been a ponderin' what had become of Jenny-Lynn and the spies we'd left yonder in the hills keepin' an eye on our rustler friends there. About the time I was gettin to frettin' some, Kiddo came galloping into Doan with news. " Jenny-Lynn had decided the only ways to know what a rustler was thinkin' was to become one of them." .she acted like she is running from the law and asks to join them, she knew Kiddo, Panther, Finnegan, & Sweetie had got her back! This is not an attack, merely a fact finding mission to determine fire power and numbers, BUT JL IS READY FOR COME WHAT MAY! She will slip out of the outlaws camp when they are all sleeping like babies cuz they had to much Red Eye to drink! " That left me with some concerns but knowin' Jenny-Lynn she could handle herself, we began to prepare the herd for the River crossin'.
One of the most dangerous parts of driving cattle was the River Crossings. A deep river that was wide like the Red River, and had a strong current from recent rain presented three great hazards. One was the cattle could be swept downstream, making them tired from struggling and causing them to drown. Cattle have no lick-a-sense and can get half way across and change their minds and turn back, causing the herd to become tangled up together and drown. The River banks themselves were a problem As the herd entered and exited the stream they need firm ground, enough to support 800 pounds of wet beef. Sometimes with the wet cattle ahead, followers found themselves mired in quicksand that sucked the cow down where it died a slow terrified death.
When the water was too hazardous to cross it meant delays which caused problems as many herds arrived at the same locale, needing grass to graze and putting the drivers behind schedule. Wranglers worked 24/7 to keep herds separated while they waited on the River to recede.
With all this in mind, we set out to gather the herd of ornery critters back into one place to begin the arduous task of crossing the rapidly flowing Red River, running fast after all the recent rains. With guns blasting into the air, whips lickin the flanks of some very stubborn strays, and ropin' in cows with infant calves at their sides it took well onwards to noon before the herd was back in line to begin the water crossing.
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08/21/2014 01:37.38 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 20-takin' a break in Doan's Crossing
Howdy Pardners; It's a fine day to be settin' back relaxin' in Doan. Now, I must be tellin' ya, that some of these cow wranglin' birdies are inside Doan's Store at the Saloon but all in all it's a mighty good day. The chuckwagon is being restocked as I enjoy restin my vent right here in front of the Doan General Store. Henceforth it's a mighty long trail to the next town along the line. I wanta take today to tell you all a bit about the duties and requirements for each position on this cattle drive.
Trail Boss--must be very experienced, a quick thinker, cool-headed, co-operative and have leadership skills. Carries full responsibility for the entire group-cowbirds, cows, horses. Locates water, grass with the help of scouts, knows how to track different animals, keeps the peace between cowbirdies, and handles all money. Wages in 1880--$90.00 month
Point Bird--High level of experienced, most honored position on the drive, determines direction of the cattle-must be reliable, work in groups, and works in twos keeping lead steer/cow going the correct direction. Wages in 1880--$30-40 month
Swing or Out riders--must have some experience, must be knowledgeable about cattle and using horses to keep them in line on the trail. Position third ways back from the head of herd Wages in 1880 $30-40 month
Flank Riders--must have some experience on trail drives, must know how to ride a horse, Cuts in cattle that stray,rides two-thirds way back from the front of the herd. Wages in 1880 $30-40 month
Drag Riders--Usually an entry-level position--willing to work hard, endure dust & dirt kicked up by the herd, rides at the back of the herd to keep older, calves and cows etc up to herd. Wages in 1880 $30-40 month
Horse Wrangler--Entry-level job, work hard and learn, drives the remuda of horses before the chuckwagon and ahead of the cattle, rounds up extra horses, herds them into a rope corral several times daily, keeps the horses together, eating grass until change over time for cowbirds, makes sure ridden horses get extra feed-corn and grass, keeps saddle horses grouped together, helps the cook gather wood, harness the chuck wagon team. Wages in 1880 $20-30 month
No matter what position a cow bird has, it entails hard work, sweat, and determination and a drive to get the job done. Tomorrow we start our crossin' of the Red River, a dangerous and difficult task for both herd and riders. I think I'll be moseyin' along to the Saloon myself to wet-my-beak.
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08/20/2014 12:43.07 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 19--The Gathering at the River
Yeehaaaaw; Chuey here with a Cattle Drive update. We've been watchin' some would be rustlers whilst the herd was running full out towards the Red River. Trustin' that my wranglers had everything under their control I sat a while and simply watch and listen. The herd slows as it nears the water, as the foamy wet horses breath deeply catchin' a breath after miles of gallopin' all out to keep up with them dawgies.
There's many a peril on the long western trails, from snakes to rustlers, but none is as deadly as the Red River Crossing. Historian Andy Adams described Doan's Crossing:
"Red River, on the northern border of Texas, was a terror to trail drivers. The majestic grandeur of the river, with its red bluff banks, the sediment of its red waters marking the timber along its course, while the driftwood, lodged in trees and high on the banks, indicated what might be expected when she became sportive or angry. The crossing had been in use only a year or two when we forded, yet five graves, one of which was less than ten days made, attested her disregard for human life. It can safely be asserted that at this and lower trail crossings on Red River, the lives of more trail men were lost by drowning than on all other rivers together. Doan was the last town before entering Indian Territory and was the last spot where US inspectors were stationed to inspect herd brands before allowing them to enter Oklahoma.
"The thundering of the herd could be herad clear to Doan and beyond, the dust cloud arriving before the thristin' herd. I figured I'd better get moseyin' along, and keep check on the rustlers later, as the wranglers might be needing me, and the birds to get them back from the water before they drank themselves to death. We creep out real quiet-like and urged our mounts into a gallop and caught up just shy of Doan.
" Boss, what's up with the rustlers?" Sky asked riding fast to catch up
"They ain't movin no where fast, so we left'em settin' and joined back up to bring these dust-bags under control again." Chuey wiped sweat from her forehead with her bandanna.
" Pookie and Snowy have rode up front to cut them back before they hit the water full-out" Cookie yells as he races past on Thunderbolt. " Spot and Chipper are guarding the remuda, to try to keep the horses in check."
The sign for Doan's store whipped pasta s the herd started to pull to a stop atthe river edge, heads down, gulpin' water up like a sponge. " Sugar, Sweetie! Cut them two cows back before they drop dead from over drinkin"" Panther yelled trying to get a red checked bull back into the herd without much success. As the dust began to settle, we could see that the herd had spread out over a mile of river bank in both directions. It would take a lot of skill, energy, and work to gather them back into a herd. Quick horse changing, with Peppino and BonBon saddling and ropin our mounts expertly to keep us movin them Long horned devils back in place.
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08/19/2014 08:33.53 AM Report This Comment  
  Day 18--Red River's calling
Phew what a long night. Keepin' watch on them Rustlers,and holdin' the herd close is a job, especially when they smell water. These Long-horned varmints can smell water for miles and when they do, it's a job to keep them from stampeding. With the comin' of mornin' we are still hankered down watching them, keepin' the rustlers under close eye.
Leaving the herd under the care of my trusty cow-hands, they're up and movin by first light. We're headin' to Doan today,at the Texas-Oklahoma line and our first difficult river crossing. Corwin Doan settled at the crossing back in 1878 and built his homestead there in 1881. Doan had a large stock of goos to supply the cowboys who annually drove cattle along the Western Trail. The village of "Doan't Crossing" had 14 or more buildings. Doan, his wife Liddie (1850-1905), and their 3 children entertained people from all walks of life - English lords to Indians - in theirs adobe house. In fact it is estimated more then seven million head of cattle and horses made this difficult crossing between 1876 and 1893.
"You all better head back to the herd," Chuey instructed, " Kiddo, Jenny-Lynn, TiPaul and Cori, you stay hankered down here and keep watch."
"Ok Boss" Boo Boo exclaimed sneakin' back all quiet like to where our horses have been ground hitched.( reins left hanging from the bit, used when horses might be needed to make a quick escape). The others rode back to the south of where the rustlers where hidden out to pervent their horses getting wind of them and tippin' them off.
"I'm goin' sneak up closer to get a better look, see if I ain't able to hear what they have up their sleeve." Chuey crouched down low and worked her way silently towards boulders not more then 50 yards from where the rustlers sat drinkin; their coffee and eattin' grub.
Sugar, Polly, Zippy, Moggie and Susan where riding point today, but the herd was itchin to run from the get-go. They kept turnin' the anxious cows back into the herd. The whole mass of cattle began to trot as they caught wind of the river ahead. Cinn-A-Bun, and Chyna rode from the drag to talk to the Point riders.
"We might as well give'em head and let'em run, we are can't keep them in and the out-riders are spending their time cutting strays back in. If we don't they're goin' a break anyways and we'll be chasing them to the Red anyways."
"You're right, tell the others to pull out a ways and give them their head." Sugar told them
Cinn-A-Bun went to the south side and Chyna took up the north and rode by to tell the others to pull a ways off and let'em run. The herd picked up it's pace as the smell of water grew stronger in their nostrils. Suddenly the lead cow took off on the run, with the others moving like a massive dusty wave over the ground. The sound of pounding hooves would be heard clear to Doan and beyond.
We're in for a fix of troubles now I'd say, sures hope they can get the herd back from the water in time.
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08/18/2014 09:58.22 AM Report This Comment  
  Day 17--Keepin' watch on the Rustlers
WHOA there Cutter, we have to stop and post our daily Cattle Drive update. I must say, driven cattle ain't for the weak or faint of heart. It takes a real Bird to sit that saddle 12-14 hours a day, 6 to 7 days of the week. Queen Zeena sent word, that we are headin' for another rain shower before we make Doan, on the Red River. That ain't good news, ain't good at all. I be tellin' why.
" Kiddo and Finnegan comes barrelin' in from the hill country with word that we goin' be havin' company right soon. Jenny-Lynn and her side-kick Sweetie are keepin' watch from a safe distance, keepin' tabs so to speak on them rustler-type birds. The others have taken cover in the hills surrounding their news camp, watching, waiting least they make the decision to try to run off some of our herd during the night-watch."
"Boss, what we goin' do bout them rustlers?" TiPaul asks pushing his hat back on his head.
"Don't rightly know. They ain't done anything yet so we best be watching them, and tendin' to our own business along the trail." Chuey says before slapping Cutter on the flanks to get him off in a quick run.
"Cori, Boo Boo and Peppino, come along with me. We're gonna go take us a better look at these rustlers." Chuey finishes as she dashes past at a fast trot.
"Silver, you and Raffi, take first watch. Keep a good eye on the back of the herd. We gotta keep 'em tight tonight. No strayin'" Chuey stops for a moment then moves on.
Dixie, Jedi, and Snowflake see Chuey and the others comin' from a distance, and ride out to meet them. They exchange a few words before turning their horses in the detection that Finnegan said he saw the riders bedded down. In camp Sugar, Kacey, Sweetpepper and Celine saddle up their night horses preparing to start their shift as night-hawks. Swinging up into the saddle Sweetpepper takes one last parting look at the warm fire burning n the camp before she and Sugar begin their watch. The four riders head in the direction of the herd, listening all the while for any unusual happens in the far distant hills.
" I sure hope there ain't no troubles tonight" Lizzie says to Kaji and Falco sitting by the fire. " we been lucky so far to have not encountered any troublin' situations."
"we're ready for them, if those rustlers wanta try taken our herd" Angel says out loud,
"We're a bad group to tangle with." Chipper adds "Cydney, why don't ya come sit for a spell, no sense in wearin' your legs out."
The Scouts, with Chuey and the others ride down-wind of the hidden camp so as not to alert the horses to their presence. They stop at a safe distance and ground-tie their horse, as they creep closer for a better look."
" home, home on the range, where a cow-bird is watchful all day, lest he falls asleep while countin' his sheep, and a rustler runs off with his herd."
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08/17/2014 07:50.21 AM Report This Comment  
  Day 16--The Chuck Wagon part two
Well howdy to all you cow-birds out in the wild west on the cattle drive. I hope you all had a good nights rest, cause am supectin' that we are in for some troubles come sunshine tomorrow. The scouts have been trailing some shady characters up in the hills, but somehow they seem to be one step ahead of us. Though I'm pretty certain, that when Jenny-Lynn, Kiddo and the other scouts find 'em they'll be wishin' they'd stayed clear of us.
With our bellies full of some more of Lizzie's greyt cookin' we be set to move the herd on the trail towards the Red River Crossin nearby to Doan. I do think it's important that we all know how important having Lizzie, Kaji and Mikey drivin' the "Dragon Wagon" Chuck-wagon is. So, without any further jawin' from me we'll finish our history lesson.

The Chuck wagon is equipped with the wide array of supplies needed to make the journey. Besides food, the supplies would include Farrier and Blacksmith tools for horseshoeing or making repairs to the wagon and horse tack. Sewing needles for mending clothing or saddles, first aid and alcohol tonics used for medicinal purposes. Bedrolls and rain slickers for the working cow hands along with the crew’s personal items. One side would be equipped with a large wooden water barrel to carry a two day supply for the working crew. The other side often had a tool box, as well a smaller attached wooden box in front called the jockey box. Additionally, the wagon would have a canvas cover called a Bonnet that had been treated in linseed oil to repel rain keeping items in the wagon dry. To allow headroom in the wagon, bows where added raising the canvas and providing securing points.
The chuck wagon would be managed by the cook . He performed all the needs for the camp sites along the cattle drives. He would be second in charge of the outfit to the trail boss. Due to his importance and position, the cook received pay around $45 per month while the wranglers and cow punchers received $25 to 30 dollars each month on a trail drive. The Cook also was expected to act as Barber, Banker, Doctor, Dentist, letter writer and sometimes referee in camp should tensions flair amongst the hired hands. His normal day started hours before others. Getting up around three in the morning he started by grinding roasted coffee.
Today, the Chuck Wagon so historically represents the era of the trail drives and the Cowboys whom worked the cattle that it was Honored as the Texas State Vehicle and continues operations on many ranches nearly 150 years after its invention. It is no surprise to view a chuck wagon and immediately think of those nearly forgotten trails and the cowboys who drove over 10 million head of cattle to market. Trails of majestic beauty where you can nearly hear the wind echo a ringing camp bell and the Cook calling out, “Come and get it. Get it while its hot”.
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08/16/2014 08:00.22 AM Report This Comment  
  Day 15--The Chuck Wagon part one
Howdy all, Chuey here with a TGIF Cattle Drive Post for you all. I think it is important that we all learn some history about one of the most important aspects of any cattle drive. THE CHUCK WAGON. Now, any cow-birdie worth it's weight in gold, loves to eat. We have been well fed by our wonderful cook Lizzie, and her two helpers Kaji and Mikey. They have been dishin' out some mighty tasty vittles.
There is a majestic beauty viewing over the massive grazing lands that run from Texas north through the Dakotas reaching into Canada. These plains expanded westward into Colorado meeting the rocky mountains and northwest to the Cascade Mountain Range. Scenic hills covered in tall Buffalo grass that whispers its historic past as one might sit silent reflecting upon the romantic images of the American West. As the wind blows through the wild blades of green stems that still flourish today, the sounds of the cowboys yawp can nearly be heard as they command their livestock on the long cattle-drives. Today, no other item best reflects the images of those cowboys who worked the cattle drives than the “Chuck Wagon”.
Prior to the Chuckwagon, Cowboys often relied on eating what they carried in their saddle bags such as dried beef, corn fitters or biscuits. In 1866, cattleman Charles Goodnight knowing the importance for his crew to drive cattle they'd require daily meals, bedrolls, extra gear and supplies. A humble Cowboy could work harder on a full stomach and a good night sleep. The trail would often last two or more months moving cattle several miles each day. Some drives lasting up to five months. Goodnight took a surplus Army Wagon made by Studebaker and added a large Pantry box to the wagon rear with a hinged door that laid flat to create a work table. The cook would then have everything he needed at arms length to prepare food. Shelves and drawers were added to the inside of the pantry to carry supplies and cooking gear. The larger pots, cast iron skillets and utensils would be carried in a box mounted below the pantry called the boot. The Army wagon merely was a light supply wagon of that period with Goodnight’s added design creating the invention of the CHUCK WAGON.
Tomorrow we will finish our history on the Chuck wagon. I smell dinner, gotta go!
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08/15/2014 11:15.45 AM Report This Comment  
  Day 14--Rustlers in the hills
Howdy all you cowbirdies out there in BC land, Chuey here with today's Trail Update. It has finally stopped rainin' and we're movin' slow along the Great Western Trail headin' for Buffalo Gap and our first major river crossing. I been figurin' some and we should be able to bed down close to where Brownsville is now located. The herd has been having a tough go of it what with all the mud and rain it is slick and the footin' is bad.
With the fresh horse prints heading off into the hill country, the possibility of rustlers lurking anywhere along the trail, we have been riding doubled up and our eyes open. Jenny-Lynn had taken off with riders to scout out the hills, Jedi and his frothers came across a fresh camp fire hidden well away in the heavy brush, but no riders where found. To some's thinking, this might be good news, but I know well enough that we are far from free from danger.
A drive often covers 1,500 miles and takes four to six months. The hours are long, the conditions brutal and the dangers are very real, especially from stampedes, which could be sparked off by the smallest thing. Longhorns are nervous creatures and easily scared, so stampedes are common, and often fatal for both men and animals.

A calm herd can become a solid wave of nearly unstoppable alarm and panic in the blinking of an eye, and neither man nor horse is safe. In Idaho, a 1889 stampede led to the deaths of one cowboy and 341 Longhorns. In July 1876 near the Brazos River in Texas, almost an entire stampeding herd plunged into a gully; and more than 2,000 head were killed. The sound and heat generated by a herd on the run is truly staggering, and on a hot night, a steer that ran 10 miles may lose up to 40 pounds. It's out job to keep the herd calm, moving and always be on guard.

Panther comes galloping in to tell me that he, Jedi and Kiddo had come across three horses and riders 'bout a mile up the trail. That was disturbing news, but we were all ready, just in case they had in their mind to steal the herd. I told Panther to warn the others riding point, and I'd warn the out riders, stopping to tell Little Peep to ride back to tell the drag to keep their eyes opened.

Rustlers were never taken lightly in by-gone days. In fact when caught many a would-be rustler was hung from the nearest tree, or shoot on sight. Horse thieves were not taken as severely as cattle rustlers but often had the same fate. The wranglers had to be ever vigilante for signs of rustlers along the trail. These often made night raids, when it was easier to make a sneak approach, stampede the herd, then drive off a considerable number under cover of darkness.

"It's gonna be a long day and night for the cow wranglers."

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08/14/2014 09:05.01 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 13--Troubles brewin'
Howdy trail pardners, Chuey back in the saddle today. We had an ornery time getting onto BC yesterday. Finally, here I am again. I am happy that the rain has slowed down some and that all you cow wranglers did a greyt job keepin' the herd bedded in the trees and under control. Now that the rain has blessed the thirsty ground with water we face yet another danger. Cattle drivers often fought one threat or another when moving cattle. As dangerous as drought can be, too much water carries it's own risks.
Cattle gorge themselves on water and die within minutes from water intoxication. The thirsty cows over-drink, and once they fill up death can happen pretty quickly. Cattle wranglers must keep a safe medium between dehydration and over-hydration. Often a challenging task, trying to drive thirsty herds back from watering holes after they have gone without water. A cow consumes up to 8 1/2 gallons of water daily. In drought conditions they may get less then half a gallon. So, when water is available they gorge on it. Water that stands in the heat often becomes dangerous for the cattle to drink. Heat and sun produces toxic algae to grow rampantly, a fatal hazard to cattle.
Today we will move our herd onto the trail again, to make up for down-time during the storms. Our biggest concern will be to prevent, if possible, stampedes when they smell water as we approach Buffalo gap this afternoon. Due to the rain, the trail is muddy and slick, a bad combination for both cattle and riders.
" Pepper, Gus, Willie and Cori, take up the right outrider and keep those long-horns close. Sky, Silver, Pookie, BonBon and Chipper, you ride drag on the right and keep close up, they're goin' ta bolt when they get wind of water. " Chuey directs the wranglers into position." Jenny, Sweetie, Kiddo, Raffi, Snowflake and Cookie, you scout for water that ain't movin' too fast, keep your eyes open for rustlers hopin' to make an easy raid and drive off some of the herd. We need to keep them bunched tight today."
"Boss, do ya want me to take left out-ridin' today?" Spot asked.
"You gather the riders, keep the group close, and watch for strays that decide to make a break." Chuey tells Spot.
Pushin' her hat back, she stands tall in the saddle to scout the land ahead. " I have a bad feelin'" she tells Strawberry and Falco, " a bad feelin' indeed. We better keep our eyes wide open today. With all that rain, we're bound to have problems"
"BOSSS" yells Jenny trotting fast across the open field behind the slowly moving herd. " Found fresh horse tracks to the north, headin into the hills yonder." she points towards the heavily treed hills. " Want us to check'em out?"
Chuey instructs Jenny to take 4 riders and scout out the hills, keepin their eyes open for an ambush by rustlers. Watching Jenny gallop off to the north Chuey sits a stride for a moment to think, then races off to gather herself a searchin' party to join Jenny-Lynn in the hills.
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08/13/2014 12:19.04 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 10--When the rain comes down
Howdy cow wranglers, trail Boss Chuey here with some important news. As I perdicted yesterday the rains came upon us from over the mountains to the North. Now, we be needin' that there rain, but it does also bring us cow punchers a mess a trouble when it comes to tending these long horned critters. Havin' just traveled over one hundred miles with little more then a shallow creek or river here and there, these dawgies is itchin' to get some good grazin and a long, cool drink.
The thunder could be heard for miles before the first grey clouds dotted the blue horizon. The wind had picked up early on, and the herd had been spookin' and bolting all the day long. The first heavy drops of rain came as a blessed relief after sittin-saddle for fourteen long, dusty hours.
"Boss, rains comin' want that we move these cows closer to the trees?' Kiddo asked reining in Freckles in a cloud of parched dust.
"Better, they are boltin and fussing. Have Cydney and Gus help cut out the bulls and bed the herd down over yonder." Chuey points towards low lying grass land."Now, let me tell ya the cowboy life is no bed od roses so to speak. It's plum full of troubles, woes and dangers. In addition to hard work, the cowboy and his horse encounters many dangers on the cattle drive, particularly when crossing rivers. If the leader of the cattle was distracted or disturbed by a tree or brush floating in the river she might turn around, which would turn the entire herd around, causing them to "mill" in the river. The cowboys have to drive straight into the center of the mill, striking the animals to force them back on track or the cattle would drown. In 1879, a herd of 3014 cattle panicked while crossing the Platte River in Nebraska and 800 died. The cowboys often a time die in the river, thrown from their horses or gored by horns of panicked cattle swimming in the middle of the mill. A surprising number of cowboys are also unable to swim, according to Western historian Albert Marrin, who claims that most rivers on the cattle trails had numerous graves of drowned cowboys. Now, back to the troubles we was havin'."
Sky comes flying in so fast his horse skidded to a stop. " Rains coming hard, we'll be in the middle of it in fifteen, maybe twenty minutes."
"Strawberry. Hulk, Cookie, Susan" I holler over the mowing and bawlin' of the cows, " move' um yonder to the trees." Quick as a whip they had their horses cutting and herding the leaders towards the trees and low lands.
"Panther and Kacey were working hard to keep the cows with young calves moving. Some of them there calves bein only a few hours old and all."
Snowy and Cappy were busy helping Lizzie, Mikey and Kaji to get the pots and what-nots loaded back into the chuckwagon when the clouds over-head bust and the driving rain began. It was gonna be one long, night keeping them cows together.
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08/10/2014 06:39.26 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 9 Run Away Little Dawgies
"Grab your poncho pardners the rain is comin'. Chuey here with your Saturday Trail Drive update. Though the sun shone, the air told of rain comin quick. We had gone close-by ten miles when the grey clouds rose over the distance peaks of TeePee mountain of the Wichita Mountains in the distance. There are many cattle trails but the Great Western we're taken is quite distinctive because the terrain is more rugged, parched with formidable barriers such as the canyons in Texas, the Wichita Mountain crossing and the Great Basin in Kansas.
"The herd had been movin' long right nicely when that stubborn lead cow decided that she wanted to head for the pine ridges in the distance. Now, let me tell ya, nothing worse then a cantankerous Long Horn. Cori let out after her at full gallop trying to cut her and the dawgies that decided they be to followin' her all along, they'd let out after her too. Raffi seeing the lead pull off to the north east spurred Sun Dancer to break off after them.
Snowy and Cappy riding out on the north took chase. Well, it was a sight to be holden, that cow was running full out with upwards of some forty cows, steers and calves in hot persecute. I near fall off my horse standin' up to get a bird's eye view of the race."
" Stop you long tailed fool" Snowy yelled at her as dust rose thick
"Cut er off to the right " Cappy called out to Cori
Raffi was able to turn 'bout half the herd back into the direction of the main herd, while Pearl, Chipper and Jedi took up the out rider position stoppin' any who might have had a second thought. BonBon and Cydney raced out from the drag to join to take up the chase. Whoopin' and fannin' their horses flanks for more speed. That old lead cow was bawlin' and zig-zaggin' as best she could to try to loose the horses.
Seeing the fun, Celine spins Misty out of drag and runs flat out to left of the angry leader who by this point was slowin' down some. She stops dead, lets out one angry challenging bawl that brought the twenty-so followers to a stop. I was enjoyin the sight 'til I saw her lower her head and dig some sand up into the air. Tossin' her seven foot horned head with anger burnin' in her eyes. I gave Cutter his head and he was off like a bullet from an old over-under Smith and Western.
I hadn't made it part ways there when she charged Celine like some fighten bull. Fearin' the worse, I gave Cutter a good spat on the flanks but as I was watchin I see a rope go flyin out over her horns like water over the falls at Pegleg crossing. She rose into the air so fast I barely saw it when i take a second gander the she be lyin' legs tied and Pookie one foot resting on her heaving side.
Gathering up the strays we moved them back into the middle of the herd, and that old run-away cow walked all meek and quiet like back into the lead."
Then as we got back under way, the rains came...with a whole new mess a problems.
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08/09/2014 03:01.45 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 8 On the trail to Falfurrias
Howdy Pardners, Chuey here with a post for ye all. We had a greyt time chowin' down over at the Castle last evenin' with Queen Zeena. Still ain't reckonin what all the hoop-la was bout concern the cows grazin on the lawn but we cowbirdies obliged and moved them down-wind to keep the peace.
Well, lets me be warnin' ya all about the dangers we cow wranglers face every day on the drive. It all started out mighty normal like but suddenly we, who was chawin' round bout the fire hears us a ruckus, and a rider came gallopin' to tell us that Susan had an encounter with one of the worst, most-deadliest risks to both riders and horse. Here's what happen in her own tellin' "My horse, Nitro, nearly stepped on a rattlesnake! Nitro reared up and I lost my balance and I fell off, and I landed on the ground. Thankfully I didn't land on the snake! It had already slithered off, as Nitro had frightened it!! I sure hope that this doesn't happen again." Goodness gracious she was lucky, and her tail feathers were sore, but she was ready to go this morning."
"What's up boss?" Cookie asks Chuey
"I'm checkin the weather pardner" Chuey holds up her wing and nods. " Rains comin'"
"Want that we move the herd closer to the tree-line?" Raffi asks leading Sun Dancer to where the two stood on the crest of the hill."
" Might better, and we'll try to make Falfurrias by night fall." Chuey says looking over the herd of Long-Horns. ( Falfurrias is 163 miles from San Antonino Texas)
" Boss, Boss" Snowflake calls from the Chuckwagon, ' Want me or will Dixie ride shot-gun with Mikey, Kaji and Lizzie today?"
" Have Dixie head out with them" Chuey says, Swingin' her leg over Cutter's back
" Cori, Boo Boo, Sugar and Chipper, I want ya to ride drag today. We have a couple cows bout ready to calf so we'll need to be movin' slower" Chuey rides over to wear Panther, Cydney and Silver stand watch over the grazin' cattle. " You three join Kiddo, Sky, BB and Rio in scouting ahead. We're runnin' into dry weather, but I feel rain a comin'. We need to bed them down where they won't stampedin' on us." Chuey gives her orders, tipping her thank-you with her hat before turnin her horse on a dime to gallop over to the outriders on the south.
" HOWDY BOSS" TiPaul nods, what's up? "
"Rains coming, we have to move on but slower today. I want you, Gus, Willie, Peppino and Hulk to ride point. Keep the cows bunched, slow them by riding in front of the lead cow. She's stubborn and likes to run, but several cows are ready to calf." Chuey clicks to Cutter who spins on his heels and runs towards Pearl, Spot, Snowy, Sweetpepper and Kacey preparing to ride "out". Chuey warns them about the storm even though the sky shows no clouds, they listen to instructions. " Push them steers into the group, cut out the cows with young calfs before they get tramples underfoot. Have'em walk on the out flanks of the herd."
"Come along Little dawgies for Wyoming be your home"
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08/08/2014 02:20.18 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 7 Waterin' holes or watering holes?
Howdy pardners, Cow Rangler Chuey here again, we spent considerable time today persuadin our Scout Kiddo off the Bar Stool at the waterin' hole he found. it took Jenny-lynn, some fancy ropin and a good cuttin' horse to get him back in the saddle. Miss Susan surprised us cow-punchers with a wonderful spread last night, given Lizzie and Kaji a much needed break.

The most famous "Trail Drives" during the early days of the American west, were from Texas north to the railheads in Kansas, and on to ranchers in more northern states.

They usually began in the spring, so that the cattle could feed on the new grass as they were herded along. For the northern ranges, the key element was to get to their destinations before an early winter came upon them. Also driving cattle driven in the spring, usually avoided the flooded rivers, so if a herd could leave at the right time, the streams and rivers would be shallow and fordable.

Starting too late could cause problems (including the loss of cattle) because the streams/rivers would be flooded from melted snow. The favorite speed was around 10 to 12 miles a day, although at different times, or under ideal conditions the herd might travel 18-24 miles per day. Generally a herd of steers moved faster, but a mixed herd that included cows and calves that moved slower, but was less likely to stampede.

In a trail drive, the cattle were "guided" and sort of drifted along rather than actually driven on an exact path. The drive started after breakfast, and went until time for the noonday meal (dinner) in which the Chuckwagon had gone ahead to pick a spot for the noonday meal. The Trail Scouts rode ahead to find a suitable night pasture.

A herd of around 3000 or so cattle would need somewhere between 12 to 15 drovers, and this included the Trail Boss, the cook, and the wrangler. Rank and/or status of the cowboy was determined by his place on the drive. The best positions were lead or point riders who "guided" the herd, the outriders on the flank were next, and the least favorite position was the "drag" riders who ate a lot of dust from the herd. At night two bird teams would take about two hour shifts, often singin' to the cattle to keep themselves awake. A term that was used for the shift was "Night Hawks" .
In the best of the trail outfits, each cowboy had between eight and 10 horses in a group of horses taken care of by the "wrangler" because the cowboys needed a good swimming horse, a good night horse etc. It was up to the Wrangler to know who each horse belonged to, and keep them together.

Well, times a flyin' and we gotta get these cows bedded down for the night at Bull-Run Creek.

Yipppeyiiiiahhhh cow dawgies

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08/07/2014 02:30.03 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 6 Headin to Bull-run creek
HELLO to all the cow-girls and boys out there on the range in BC land from Trail Boss Chuey. Due to some gals taken flight to Paris for shoppin we're left short-handed in some of the important range business. I'm purdie sure we can manage these dawgies on our own for a spell. Looking for water for the thirsty herds is of primary importance so I'm askin' Jenny-lynn, Kiddo and the scouts to ride hard to check out the trail ahead for waterin' holes and grazin. The Texas Longhorn is known for its characteristic horns, which can extend to 7 ft (2.1 m) tip to tip for steers and cows, and 36 to 80 in (0.91 to 2.03 m) tip to tip for bulls. Known for their diverse coloring, with any color or mix of colors but dark red and white being dominant. Texas Longhorns with elite genetics can often fetch $40,000 or more at auction with the record of $170,000 in recent history for a cow. Due to their innate gentle disposition and intelligence, Texas Longhorns are increasingly being trained as riding/driving steers. They consist of three different breeds; Barrenda, Retinto and Grande Pieto. Over two centuries (14-1600AD) the Spanish moved the cattle north, arriving in the area that would become Texas near the end of the 17th century. The cattle escaped or were turned loose on the open range, where they remained mostly feral for the next two centuries. Descendants of these cattle evolved the high feed- drought-stress tolerance and other "hardy" characteristics that Longhorns have become known for. Early Texas settlers obtained feral cattle from the borderland between the Nueces River and the Rio Grande and mixed them with their own eastern cattle. The result was a tough, rangy animal with long legs and long horns. Although this interbreeding was of little consequence to the makeup of a Longhorn, it did alter color.
As Texas became settled following annexation by the US, the leaner longhorn beef was not as attractive in an era where tallow was highly prized, and the longhorn's ability to survive on the poor vegetation of the open range was no longer an issue. Other breeds demonstrated traits more highly valued by the modern rancher, such as the ability to gain weight quickly. The Texas Longhorn stock slowly dwindled, until in 1927 the breed was saved from near extinction by enthusiasts from the United States Forest Service, who collected a small herd of stock to breed on the Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge in Lawton, Oklahoma. A few years later, J. Frank Dobie and others gathered small herds to keep in Texas state parks. They were cared for largely as curiosities, but the stock's longevity, resistance to disease and ability to thrive on marginal pastures quickly revived the breed as beef stock. Today, the breed is used as a beef stock, though many keep herds due to their link to Texas history.
Keep'um together, don't wanta be chasin' strays
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08/06/2014 03:06.20 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 5--no water at Beaver Pass
Day5--lookin' for water
Howdy Pardners Cowgirl Chuey here with today's BOTM posting. It's been a long hot ride today as the cowbirdies began Hazin (driving) the cattle at 5 am sharp. Miss Lizzie and Kaji had a fine spread o beans, hot biscuits, back-bacon and black coffee wait as our eyes opened on another day along the Great Western Trail. The final watch was in and eager to get some shut-eye but weren't gettin' any until later tonight.
Our day began easy enough as Sky, BB, Chipper, Falco, Dixie and yours truly took up point to get them long-horned varmits movin after a night of rest and grazin. Well, we hadn't gone more then a mile when Kiddo came flying in at break-neck speeds relaying the message that the waterin' hole at Beaver pass was bone-dry and we'd have to head further east to find water. A ride of an extra 7 miles today.

Movement of cattle

Cattle drives have to strike a balance between speed and the weight of the cattle. While cattle could be driven as far as 25 miles (40 km) in a single day, they would lose so much weight that they would be hard to sell when they reached the end of the trail. Usually they were taken shorter distances each day, allowed periods to rest and graze both at midday and at night. On average, our herd could maintain a healthy weight moving about 15 miles (24 km) per day.

On average, a single herd of cattle on a long drive (for example, Texas to Wyoming) numbered about 3,000 head. To herd the cattle, a crew of at least 10 cowboys was needed, with three horses per cowboy. Cowboys worked in shifts to watch the cattle 24 hours a day, herding them in the proper direction in the daytime and watching them at night to prevent stampedes and deter theft. The crew also includes a cook, who drives a chuck wagon, usually pulled by oxen, and a horse wrangler to take charge of the remuda, or spare horses. The wrangler on a cattle drive was often a very young cowboy or one of lower social status, but the cook was a particularly well-respected member of the crew, as not only was he in charge of the food, he also was in charge of medical supplies and had a working knowledge of practical medicine.

Stopping at high noon, our NightHawks ( night watch riders) got some shut-eye sure enough. Whiles the rest of us'en ate our fill of some a Miss Lizzie grub.

Head'em out, move um up cowbirdies. Get-along little dawgies(cattle)

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08/05/2014 03:47.51 PM Report This Comment  
  Move um on out! Day 4
Move um on out!
Howdy cow punchers, Trail-Boss Chuey here with today's blog. Sorry for the late start but trying to round up free-range horses takes time. Now that most of our cowbirdies are mounted up, we can begin to move these Long-Horns out. Before we leave everyone better check their packs for a bandana, one change of clothes, water bottle, oats bag for your horse, hot roll ( sleeping bag) and any birdsonal items you might need along the trail. Please remember that your horse has to carry your bags so keep it light. As you know we will be moving our herd along the old Great Westener Cattle Trail. The Great Western Cattle Trail was used in the 19th century for movement of cattle to markets in the East. The trail was also known as the Western Trail, the Dodge City Trail, or the Old Texas Trail. The Great Western Trail begins at Bandera west of San Antonio and passes near Buffalo Gap and Abilene, in West Texas. Continues on north of Dodge City, Kansas to Ogalalla NB and Belle Fousch SD. It runs west of and roughly parallel to the Chisholm Trail. Our final stop will be Wyoming.

"Alright let's move um' on out" Chuey calls out, sounding a loud shrill whistle by placing her wing-tip to her beak. The point riders move ahead of the herd tot he south and north to keep the lead cow moving north along the trail. OUT-RIDERS keep the herd walking in a walk of cattle and dust. NO MORE THEN 6 cattle wide at any point.
Kiddo and Jedi, Panther, Spot and Strawberry ride their mounts hard to the left to scout out the land ahead for both rustlers and watering holes. It is their job to keep the herd, drovers(cowbirds) safe.
The rest of the riders keep the cows in the herd formation, allowing their horses to cut strays back into the group.
Sky with BB, Cinn-A-Bun, Hulk, TiPaul, Gus and Raffi ride to the far outer right of the rear cattle keeping them up with the herd. When a herd moves along the trail every cowbird must keep a sharp eye for strays, wandering cattle that can break up the herd and cause stampedes. Drag-riders--those riding BEHIND the herd have a hard, dusty job of keeping older, very young or stragglers from being separated from the mass of moving cow-flesh before them.

In large herds like we are moving they are divided up into groups of 500 to 1000 cattle herds, and spaced no less them one mile apart along the trail. The remuda of horses comes behind the cattle so they can move at a slower pace, as each cowbird will change horses atleast once daily so that their main horse is not over-worked. A good cutting horse is worth it's weight in gold.
"Keep the herd tight," Chipper gets that black and white cow back in fast! "Great job!"
keep them moving on up the line
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08/04/2014 04:39.27 PM Report This Comment  
  Hi Poppy
Howdy Cowbirdies, Trail-Boss Chuey here with today's blog. I am pleased to that most have rounded up their cow-pony and have packed their supplies and bed roll. Today we will saddle up and ride to the outer pastures to gather the last stragglers of our herd and bringum' into the corrals. I wanta tell ya a little about the history of the cattle drives, and get ya familiar with our herd of Texas Long-Horns.
In 1874, Captain John T. Lytle and several cowboys left South Texas with 3,500 head of longhorn cattle and a herd of saddle horses. Five years later, the route Lytle cut out of the prairie to Ft. Robinson, Nebraska, had become the most significant and traveled cattle trail in history- The Great Western Cattle Trail. Though less well known than the Chisholm trail, the Great Western Cattle Trail was longer in length and carried cattle for two years longer than the Chisholm. The Great Western Cattle Trail saw over seven million cattle and horses pass through Texas and Oklahoma to railheads in Kansas and Nebraska - an important factor in developing the cattle industry as far north as Wyoming and Montana.
The Texas Longhorn, one of the state's most iconic symbols, has been hoofing through Texas history for centuries. This distinctive breed of cattle played a vital role in Texas' heritage, and the state maintains a herd of traditional longhorn, allowing residents and visitors to experience these graceful animals first-hand. Long-horns are ornery, powerful cattle, well equipped to life on the rugged Texas wastelands. Adorned with massive pronged horns, LongHorns are capable of protecting themselves from predation. Hardy, and muscular they easily traveled the trails from pasture to stockyards with minimal losses on route. A word of warnin' to my trail hands--never get between a cow and her calf.

The Great Western Trail traversing this area with it's origin at Bandera, Texas, just to the NW of San Antonio, about 450 miles south of the Red River, and it's destination of Dodge City, Kansas, about 45 miles north of Indian Territory. Some historians called the trail the old Doan Trail, because it crossed the Red River at Doan's crossing. We will be heading north on the trail into Wyoming.

Well, Let's header on out boyz and girlz, let's get them dawgies corralled so we can hit the trail at sunrise. Tomorrow we'll be dividing into our positions with the herd and remuda of horses. We'll need eight scouts to ride ahead to check on waterin' holes and signs of rustlers.

YEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAW, Ride'm cowbirdies

hugs and kisses Trail boss

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08/03/2014 12:38.43 PM Report This Comment  
  Hear YE, Hear YE
Queen Zeena hereby formally invites you to attend a Royal Banquet at the Castle, in the beautiful Rose Garden on the evening of Thursday August 7th beginning at 6 PM EST. ( party will be held on Zeena's page 255116)

" I wish to thank you for all your support during my July campaign for Bird of the Month. I fully enjoyed myself and hope that you did also. I learned a few new things while researching on each daily topic, which made it even more fun and educational for me.
Your feed-back and ideas were all appreciated and very informative. I am always surprised just how quickly a month can pass, but this one was far too short.
Once more, Thank YOU one and all for your help. I would NOT be here in the castle if it were not for each of you!"
love and scritches Zeena

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08/03/2014 10:19.06 AM Report This Comment  
  Hi Poppy
Hi everyone, glad to see so many eager birdies ready to saddle up and take a trail ride with me. I had my cousin SKY deliver the miniature ponies and horses yesterday so they'd be well rested
before we mount our trusty steeds and head down the trail. If each of you would please pick out the steed you would like, give it a name and grab your saddle and bridle well get on the way.
Oh yeah, don't forget to strap on your bed roll, canteen and anything else you will need. I've birdsonally asked Sky and Ms BB to come along just in case we run into any problems. Both are well seasoned cow-birds so we're in some mighty fine wings if you were to be askin' me.
Each day we will travel as far as we can from sun up to late afternoon, then we will set up camp for the night, sleepin under the stars (swattin' mosquitoes) and roughin' it like as if we was real seasoned cow punchers.
Ok, one last thing. You need to rope your mount, and get it back to the hitchin' post. "SPOT, stop trying to rope BonBon." Lizzie will be followin behind in the chuck-wagon, ready to serve us up a good feed of beans and bacon. Oh did I mention we are drivin' 5000 head of long horns across the country? They won't be too much trouble ( hehehehehehe). So go catch up your cow pony and we'll be on our way.
I wish to thank everybirdie for stopping by to congratulate me on BOTD. I apologize for not getting around to thank you birdsonally, but I was busy getting our ponies and horses rounded out for our trail ride. THANK YOU FOR YOUR VOTES, AND REMEMBER LET ME KNOW WHAT HORSE OR PONY YOU HAVE.
HUGS AND KISSES CHUEY 245908

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08/02/2014 12:14.24 PM Report This Comment  
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Hello everyone, Chuey here with my very first BOTM blog. I am looking forward to a fun, and interesting month sharing each day with all my friends. Let me first begin by congratulating our new Queen Zeena on her awesome July campaign, and hope she enjoys her reign in the BC Castle,
The party is going strong over there and the food is greyt.
I plan this month on taking us all on an adventure and sharing some interesting information about birds along the way. I've asked my cousin SKY to provide us with his miniature ponies and horses so we can take a trail ride together. You'll need to bring along your sun screen and some extra clothes, just in case.
Today I want to take a moment to formally introduce myself as some of you might not know me yet. I am a very spoiled female Cockatiel who shares my cage and life with Mikey D. Mikey and I have one son, Kasper. Kasper is a very talented whistler and already can whistle the song " shortening bread". Kasper's photos are in my gallery.
I'm off to check on the ponies, but get ready to hit the trail tomorrow on day one of our adventure. "See ya later partners! "
love Chuey 245908

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08/01/2014 09:07.00 AM Report This Comment  
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hello everybirdie. Zeena here on my final day of July. Today I want to take the time to thank you all for all the wonderful comments, and helpful topic input. When any bird runs for BOTM, it is a family affair. No one can make it to the BC Castle with out the help and votes of their many friends. I have met many awesome birds this month, and have learned a great deal about the various species we visited.
With a flock legacy of BOTMs to follow after, it was a challenge to equal their efforts and enthusiasm. Sky, Little Angel (Adler) and my frother Casey set the measure by which I hoped to inform and share with you. I had the most wonderful month. Thank you one and all.
This being my final BOTM Post I decided to stop by and visit with a beautiful and unusual species that is a delight to watch.

The Black Palm Cockatoo is considered to be the most beautiful of the Cockatoos.

However, the Palm Cockatoo is endangered in the wild and is mostly kept for breeding purposes. While the Palm Cockatoo is known for being loving and affectionate, just like any Cockatoo, they are also very needy. If you own a Cockatoo, then you know why they are called the "love sponges" of the parrots. And you also know that they are the most needy of all the pet birds and often love their owners too much.

Cockatoos require a lot of time and attention--much more than any other pet bird. If you are able to spend at least two full hours a day with your bird (out of his cage), not leave the house for 6 or more hours everyday, cook for your bird and provide him with a variety of healthy foods, handle the loud screaming, afford the large cage and huge amount of toys, and deal with the adjustment stage that can include aggression, then rescuing a Cockatoo might be a great idea. Make sure you research as much as possible because you don't want to add to the already out-of-hand rescue problem.

Because so many Cockatoos are left to rescues, I highly encourage you to visit your local parrot rescue, see what I'm talking about, and consider rescuing one of these poor majestic creatures instead of buying one in a store. If you can handle all this, then this really might be the right bird for you.

But keep in mind that Black Palm Cockatoos in particular are very hard to find. They can cost upwards of $16,000 because of their rarity and endangered status. So, don't get your hopes up if you have your mind set on this species.

with love and scritches Zeena 255116

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07/31/2014 01:52.00 PM Report This Comment  
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Hello to all my BC friends. Zeena here with today's BOTM Post. Today we will take a look at one of natures most beautiful birds, also my Momma Deb's" dream-bird", the Hyacinth Macaw.
The largest species of macaw, Hyacinth grows to be up to 40 inches (1 m) long. The Hyacinth Macaw survives today in three known distinct population in southern Brazil, eastern Bolivia and northeastern Paraguay. In 1990, the wild population was estimated to be 2,500 birds. The world’s captive population is probably much larger, numbering in the thousands. Today, the wild population is less then 600 individuals. They are critically endangered in their native habitat.
Of the 145 species of parrot in Central and South America, 45 are in danger of extinction. All 18 species of macaws are threatened. The primary causes are habitat loss and heavy exploitation for the pet trade. The Hyacinth Macaw is especially vulnerable to capture and habitat destruction because it is noisy, intrinsically fearless, predictable, and dependent on palm trees. Hyacinth Macaws do not breed every year even under the best circumstances, so the predation on chicks is particularly bad for the species’ survival. Since captured young survive so poorly (up to 99 percent die between capture and final sale), adults are sometimes trapped through liming of perches or use of baited clap-nets. Still, for every macaw that arrives safely abroad, it is likely that five died on the way.
The United States is the largest market for the exotic pet trade. In the last decade, 8.5 million birds, at least 85 percent of birds captured in the wild, were imported or smuggled into the United States. Even when the export of birds is controlled, the domestic bird trade often is not regulated. Another threat to the Hyacinth Macaw is the increased commercial sale of feather art by the Kayapo Indians of Gorotire in southern Brazil. The feathers from up to 10 Hyacinth Macaws are needed to make one headdress. In addition, ranchers kill Macaws because they believe that Hyacinths damage palm trees, which ranchers use for fenceposts, and scare cattle with their noisy behavior. In some places, local people still hunt Macaws for meat. Add to this clear-cutting of Rainforest and you can see the danger the Hyacinth population has to becoming extinct within the next decade.
Compound all the above and it is easy to calculate that their best chance of survival as a species is through captive breeding. Selling in Canada at upwards to $40,000US each these beauties of the Rainforest will remain one the worlds most desired Macaw species.
One more Question for Thought.
It is often people’s love of animals that causes them to desire exotic animal pets. What can be done to educate pet owners about the impacts of wild-caught birds and other animals?
with love and scritches Zeena 255116

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07/30/2014 02:10.46 PM Report This Comment  
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Hello to all my dear BC friends, Zeena here with today's BOTM POST. Today we will take a look in brief at a touchy subject that has people lined up on both sides of the debate. It involves the breeders verses conservationists. I am not sharing this to side with either group, but as a general interest topic. These are exerts from an interview with Tony Silva a world renowned expert on Aviculture.
Interviewer; In light of all the talk about breeders, verses the conservationist groups, how can we make our legislators, the animal rights radicals, and the conservation elitists, understand that what we as private aviculturists do, is valuable and should be encouraged, not strangled with laws and regulations which in the end, will result in extinction, not preservation, of exotic birds?

Tony Silva: "We need an active, strong avicultural industry. Breeders must be allowed to breed for the pet industry, unimpeded by regulations and laws that simply do not work for us or the birds. The birds we raise for the pet industry supports the work we do with endangered species. And we have to do this, because third world countries don't care about what happens to their birds, they simply don't care. We have to look at individual species like the Spix. If it weren't for private aviculture, there would be no Spix Macaws. And the Brazilian government recognizes this! They say, 'Look, we don't care if we ever reintroduce Spix Macaws. We're just happy that authorities say we'll still have the species around, even if it's not in the jungle. '
Interviewer; Has the establishment of the CITES treaty curbed the explotation of wild Parrots

Tony Silva: I never would have thought imports would stop, because to these countries, birds are a renewable resource. In Southern Argentina a number of years ago, they were packaging up Patagonian Conures in cans and selling them to the Japanese as delicacies because nobody wanted to buy them as pets or to breed.

Look at the Tucuman Amazon. It is so rare they are difficult to locate in their habitat or aviculture. Officials in their range gave permits to shoot them because they were raiding the cornfields . Then there's the Scarlet Macaw in Surinam. It is on CITES Appendix I, but it is perfectly legal to bag up to 3 a day. The natives use them for food. Trade in birds' countries of origin will go on because these people have to survive. There is such a lack of education -- and you're going to tell them not to shoot this or that bird, or to protect this tree! And people won't believe this unless they see it. It's like the Hyacinth Macaw study. The researchers have a few lunches with bird trappers and gives their opinions as first-hand knowledge. But it's not accurate. Without captive breeding many species of Parrots the world over will cease to be in the next ten years. We need breeders to guarantee there will be any Parrots left in the end.
with love and scritches Zeena 255116

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07/29/2014 02:05.27 PM Report This Comment  
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Hi everybirdie, Zeena here with Monday's BOTM POST. Today we visit a beautiful song bird making a new comeback in homes around the globe. The Pekin Rokin, a song bird of extraordinary talent. I wish to thank all my many friends for their votes and stopping to leave comments on my page. I read them all.
The Red-billed Leiothrix or PEKIN ROBIN (Leiothrix lutea) is usually found in India, Bhutan, Nepal, Burma and parts of Tibet. This species is a bird of the hill forests, found in every type of jungle though it prefers pine forests with bushes. It has also been found at elevations ranging from near sea level to about 7,500 feet.

The species was introduced to the Hawaiian Islands in 1918 and spread to all the forested islands except Lanai. Its population on Oahu crashed in the 1960s and it disappeared from Kauai, but is now common and increasing on Oahu The leiothrix was released in Western Australia but it failed to become established. This species was also introduced in Great Britain but permanent establishment was unsuccessful. It was introduced to France, where it is now established in several areas.
Adults have bright red bills and a dull yellow ring around their eyes. Their backs are dull olive green, and they have a bright yellow-orange throat with a yellow chin; females are somewhat duller than males, and juveniles have black bills. It has also been introduced in various parts of the world, with small populations of escapees having existed in Japan since the 1980s. It has become a common cagebird and amongst aviculturists it goes by various names: Pekin Robin, Pekin Nightingale, Japanese Nightingale, and Japanese (Hill) Robin, the last two being misnomers as it is not native to Japan.
Pekin Robins don't fly frequently, except in open habitats. This bird is very active and an excellent singer but very secretive and difficult to see. It makes a wonderful addition to a mixed aviary with good cover provided. Housing one pair per flight.
The standard fare for Pekin Robins in captivity comprises a mix of dried insect food, fresh fruits and mealworms. they especially like fruitflies and live crickets especially in the breeding season.
Pekin Robins are difficult to find for sale but well worth the expenditure and effort to find them.
with love and scritches Zeena 255116

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07/28/2014 01:51.32 PM Report This Comment  
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Hello everyone, Zeena here with today's BOTM POST. Today we head to the warm tropical Island Luzon, Philippines and visit an unusual and exotic species of Dove. The Luzon Bleeding-Heart. The Luzon Bleeding-heart (Gallicolumba luzonica) is one of a number of species of ground dove in the genus Gallicolumba that are called "bleeding-hearts". They get this name from a splash of vivid red colour at the centre of their white breasts. The Luzon Bleeding-heart is the species in which this feature is most pronounced, and on first sight it is hard to believe that the bird has not recently been wounded. A reddish hue that extends down the belly furthers the illusion of blood having run down the bird's front. The Luzon Bleeding-heart was featured on a Philippine 2-peso postage stamp in 1994.


The Luzon bleeding-heart is classified as Near Threatened (NT) on the IUCN Red List and is listed on Appendix II of CITES., since it is commonly trapped. Local people use it for meat, but its striking appearance means that there is also a market for it in the pet trade. A captive breeding project has been started in Australia, and the Philippines. Habitat conservation is a priority but it will also be necessary to bring some of the three other species of bleeding heart doves (Negros, Sulu and Mindoro) into captivity, to prevent their extinction. Recently the first captive population of Negros bleeding heart doves has been established in the Philippines.

Only two of the five species of bleeding heart doves are held in captivity in Europe at present: the Luzon and the Mindanao. The European breeding programs for these species are coordinated by Bristol Zoo Gardens. They are being managed to provide a self-sustaining captive population and to develop important care and breeding techniques for use in the Philippines.

Identifying the areas where Luzon bleeding heart doves are found and the numbers that are left is the next step needed to secure this species in the wild. Once sites have been selected with the local community, the area will be protected to ensure the survival of the species in that area.

The areas where the bleeding heart dove lives also contain many other birds unique to these islands, all of which have been threatened by deforestation. In addition, some are threatened by hunting and illegal collection for the pet trade. By highlighting the plight of the bleeding heart dove, conservationists work to save the habitat for all the species in the area.

Although extremely rare in Aviculture 2 pairs were found for sale at $5000.US per pair.

with love and scritches Zeena 255116

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07/27/2014 02:47.06 PM Report This Comment  
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Hello my dear BC friends. It was a long day without our beloved BC family but we are happy to say once it was up and going it was actually much faster then before. I had a special request from one of my friends to example the breeding of mutations. As this is a limited BOTM series I will touch on it briefly. For anyone interested in more in depth study I have a number of very good links and references.
In simplest terms a "mutation" is any deviation from the "normal wild-type" of any species of animal or bird. They occur spontaneously in the wild, as well as in captivity. In the wild MOST mutations have a very limited life-span owing to their coloration or other physical characteristics that make them more visible and easier prey. An example of a successful mutations are the red markings on normal Congo African Greys. These individuals integrate well into existing grey colored flocks.
In Captivity mutations are able to live and mature thereby offering breeders an opportunity to reproduce like marked/colored offspring. An excellent example is the Blue Budgie. These spontaneously occurred in several continents. By breeding Blue offspring back to normal parents the breeders were able to produce more of the same. Through selective culling and breeding of F2-second generation-blues the color was stabilized. Mutations can continue to occur even in a new mutation color--such as the blue Budgies who then produced offspring with yellow-Lutino or albino pigments. Inbreeding, selective crossing and out crosses to other colored mutations has given rise to all the many colors common in Budgies.
When looking specifically at Quaker Parrots, whose natural color is green/grey we find that the first mutation was a Blue baby hatched in Belgium in the 1940s. It is a complete replacement of the normal green plumage by blue. The gene for blue plumage is Autosomal Recessive and both hens and cocks can be heterozygous or ‘split’ for or‘carriers’ of blue – depending upon your favored terminology! This means--both parents must carry the gene to produce blue even though they are visually "normals" Today there are a large number of mutations being bred.
With all mutations, breeders must cull out the colors they do not want and breed the desired colors into the gene pool. Through consecutive generations of offspring the color is improved upon, often mutating from the original mutation thereby adding yet another new color for serious breeders to work with. Mutation possibilities are limitless as they occur spontaneously and can not be "created" by humans. Hybrids must not be confused with mutations. Hybrids are the result of breeding two diverse species within the same Genera together--examples of which are the Hybrid Macaws, Blue/Gold mated to a Green Wing etc.
Today we will visit a selection of mutations from a number of different species, I hope you enjoy the results.
with love and scritches Zeena 255116

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07/26/2014 05:20.18 PM Report This Comment  
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July 25th BOTM POST
Hello friends, Zeena the Ballerina here today with a popular, very pretty Australian species. The Bourke's Parakeet and it's mutations . These peaceful, gentle birds make awesome pets for people of all ages and have quite the following here in aviculture. With their calm personalities and soft voices they make awesome additions to any home whether it be an apartment or private dwelling.
I want to again thank each one of you for your wonderful comments and daily votes. If there is a species you would like to possibly see in one of my Posts feel free to mention them.
The Bourke's Parakeets (Neopsephotus Bourkii) are endangered in their own homeland of Southwestern and Central Australia, but are popular in aviculture. They are readily available in the United States and relatively inexpensive. Know the world over for their charming qualities.

The Bourke's parrot has recently been removed from the Neophema genus and placed in a genus of its own. Neopsephotus bourkii. Although discussion continues in this matter. The Bourkes Parakeet is listed on Appendix II of the CITES, as to be monitored and vulnerable. Our hopes is that it will never need to be moved to Appendix I.

They are the only parrot or parakeet that has no green pigmentation in its natural colour. The ‘normal parakeet’ found in its natural habitat is brown on its back area from head to tail with a pink underbelly. Wing feathers can be scalloped with a creamy white to sometimes a pale yellow. They also sport a royal blue on their shoulders, outside flight feathers and tail. A streak of the same blue crosses the top of their eyes. The male will have blue feathers just above his cere. One of the most popular mutations of Bourke’s is better know as a Rosey Bourke’s that is dark to light pink in colour. Today there are a wide selection of mutations available.

I trust you will enjoy the photos I have posted today in the gallery. These are not by-far all the available mutations being bred but gives a wonderful sampling of what is hatching in the world of Bourke's Parakeets.

with love and scritches Zeena 255116

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