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Aunt Amy saw me in a pet store when I was a baby bird. My momma bird nipped the tip of my beak off and the owners were going to euthanize me. Aunt Amy spoke up and wanted me and they sold me for $20 (plus additional for the cage) Aunt Amy passed away this spring and had her will specify that I go to the Stark Flock. Here I am!.

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Hi! My name is Moggie -Justice for Ozzi

I am a Cockatiel from Newton, NJ.

Apollo from Battlestar Gallactic-the great viper pilot, Moggs, Punkster and Butterball

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Hands in the cage--NO WAY!

No one will ever replace Aunt Amy. The parronts now are wonderful and I couldn't ask for a better family. It's like I'm part of Aunt Amy here on earth.

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"I may be a little guy, but I have the biggest heart!".

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  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 02:03.21 PM Report This Comment  
  HI MOGGIE!!!
Gee, already it is a year that Baby Girl and Coconut have been here with us...Time sure flys....Both of them are doing awesome...Mom has decided to have skin brother make an aviary in the one spare bedroom that is now a room where everything gets put when not knowing what else to do with it....So that means everything must get a place fast....Because we sure would like that aviary....Hope you all have been enjoying what summer we had so far....Not a warm one this year....Although better then being hot & humid everyday....Are you still keeping that flock of yours under control?...Just pecked a vote for you....With many birdie wing hugs to you my other frother....Love you buddy, Sam :o)

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08/26/2014 09:04.16 AM 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"
Trail Boss Chuey 245908

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08/25/2014 01:17.11 PM Report This Comment  
  HI MOGGIE!!!
Just happy to hear from you...Thought maybe you were mad at me or something....Sure hope Mom can get things straightened out for Dad....Have a nice Monday...Just pecked a V4U...With many birdie wing hugs to you my dear friend...Love you buddy, Sam :o)

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08/25/2014 09:26.34 AM 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
Chuey 245908

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08/24/2014 02:45.59 PM Report This Comment  
  HI MOGGIE!!!
Just flying by to peck a vote for you and wondering how you, your flock, Dad and Mom are doing....Miss talking to you my friend.....Hope you are having a nice Saturday....With many birdie wing hugs to you...Love you buddy, Sam :o)

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08/23/2014 06:58.11 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.
Trail Boss Chuey 245908

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08/23/2014 01:28.41 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 11:11.09 AM Report This Comment  
  with the airport open again
Cookie and Moggie try to figure out how to stock the snack bar . . . they fly off to the kitchen and start to open all the cupboards. Cookie asks Moggie if he ever heard the story of old mother Tanya . . . uh, Hubbard -

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08/22/2014 07:07.26 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 01:43.27 PM Report This Comment  
  Airport open !
Cookie unlatches Moggie's cage first so they can raid the fridge for some breakfast . . . neither one of them understand why mama birds feel the need to incarcerate while they're gone . . . Cookie tells Moggie his mom is working in her classroom today and he has so much work to do after she cleaned his play gym yesterday !

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08/21/2014 05:11.36 AM 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.
Trail Boss Chuey 245908

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08/20/2014 12:46.53 PM Report This Comment  
  Cookie flies in to open the airport !
He's brought some early apples with him ! The tart kind that he loves !

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08/20/2014 05:24.45 AM 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.
Chuey 245908

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08/19/2014 08:36.40 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 10:02.16 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 07:53.55 AM Report This Comment  
  hey Moggie !
It was good to see you at the party ! Hope everything is OK at your house . . . miss you !

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08/17/2014 06:04.43 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 08:05.04 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 11:21.41 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 09:06.45 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 12:21.17 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 06:41.07 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 03:07.18 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 02:27.11 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 02:36.54 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
CowGirl Chuey 245908

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08/06/2014 03:09.41 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)

Trail boss Chuey--245908

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08/05/2014 03:51.19 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
CHUEY 245908

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08/04/2014 04:43.17 PM Report This Comment  
  Hi Moggie
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

Chuey 245908

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08/03/2014 12:40.17 PM Report This Comment  
  Hi Moggie
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 12:17.10 PM Report This Comment  
  HI MOGGIE!!!
Just me Sam stopping by to see what you are up to these days....We finally are back on BC after quite awhile being off...Mom lost her brother on July 2nd and it was a week until they laid him to rest..After that the parronts had to finish getting the rooms ready that they want painted...The painter is coming the first week in August and skin brother has tore up all the old rug in the house and laid laminate floors...Even put new floor in kitchen and painted it....Plus I was at the KB July 7th to 21st..So Mom only got to blog for me and then help Dad....Well Moggie hope all is well at your house...Hope to talk to you soon...Have a great Sunday....Just pecked a V4U....With many birdie wing hugs to you my dear friend...Love you buddy, Sam :o)

Come visit me, Cydney LOVES RAFFI !!!!, Sam, Angel Cinnamon (R.I.P.), Stormy & Princess IS MARRIED TO TWEETY!!!.

07/27/2014 04:31.59 PM Report This Comment  
  Hey Moggs
How's it going my frother in arms !!! I'm ready to go after the Maccaws...After our mission we gotta get to the stadium.... Helmets on !!!

Love your buddy
Panther.

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07/22/2014 08:42.03 AM Report This Comment  
  Hello Moggie
When we're playing for any length of time, after 10 or 15 minutes Mom takes me back to the Cinn-A-Castle to see if I need to use the potty paper, and I usually do, and I think she is learning fast.

Come visit me, Cinn-A-Bun.

07/22/2014 07:00.28 AM Report This Comment  
  Cookie stops by to pick up Moggie
day 2 of basketball camp . . . and let's stop by the kitchen for some breakfast first ! See what aunt Tanya has in the fridge ?

Come visit me, Cookie and Petunia - ready to win !, BC Library Now Open & Fly with the angels my Sally.

07/22/2014 03:23.29 AM Report This Comment  
  BC Lakers summer basketball camp starts tomorrow !
When ? July 21 - August 4
open 24/7 !

Where ? Laker Stadium page 263176

Welcome all comeback players and new recruits ! Get in shape for the upcoming season !

See you there - Coach Tweety and Captain Cookie

Come visit me, Cookie and Petunia - ready to win !, BC Library Now Open & Fly with the angels my Sally.

07/20/2014 08:01.22 AM Report This Comment  
  Hello Moogie
I was up and ready to start my day kind of early this morning, but it seems Mom likes to sleep in on the weekend. I have so much I want to do, and because of her I had to wait to get my day of to a good start.
I even tried making some noise, but it didn't seem to do any good.

Come visit me, Cinn-A-Bun.

07/19/2014 08:59.58 AM Report This Comment  
  Hey Moggie !
great news opening the airport ! Let's hang by the window so we can keep an eye on indoors and outdoors ! Maybe we can even get aunt Tanya to set up the slip-n-slide for some summer fun !

Come visit me, Cookie and Petunia - ready to win !, BC Library Now Open & Fly with the angels my Sally.

07/19/2014 03:17.55 AM Report This Comment  
  MIKEY #61671/KAJI #43005 4-10K CLUB
MOGGIE, I DO HOPE I AM A DECENT STUDENT FOR YOU. I NEVER HEARD OF TEH TUNE "CALLIN THE DOG". WE DO NOT HAVE A DOG SO WILL IT STILL BE APPROPRIATE TO LEARN? OH WAIT I HAVE A FUR COUSIN NAMED LEXI. I CAN USE IT WHEN SHE IS HERE.

LETS GET PRACTICING

KACEY

Come visit me, Digger Sept 29, 1998 - June 11, 2005, KACEY & MIKEY'S WEDDING PAGE MARCH 3, 2012, MAY 9,2009 THE WEDDING OF SWEETPEPPER & KIDDO, MAXIMILLIAN AUG 25,1992-MARCH 14,2010 R.I.P., SWEETPEPPER LUVS KIDDO, TIEL TERRORS BASEBALL TEAM PRACTICE FIELD & KACEY LUVS HER MIKEY.

07/18/2014 09:47.29 PM Report This Comment  
  Hey Moggs...
Viper pilot Panther reporting for our next dive bomb mission !!! Roosters or Maccaws ???

Love your bro
Panther.

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07/18/2014 11:09.52 AM Report This Comment  
  Hello Moggie
Well, Mom is always in a hurry to get things done, and at times she doesn't pay attention to details. When she got me from the breeder, the lady gave here a cute little Birdie Hatch Day Certificate, with a baby picture on it. They were so busy talking, neither of them noticed that she got the wrong one. Mom didn't notice either when she was entering information on my page. So she had to go in and correct the hatch date. No wonder I'm still begging to be hand fed. I guess that I'll just have to keep an eye on her when she's doing things on my page. I had to get my nails trimmed yesterday, and I wasn't real happy about that.

Come visit me, Cinn-A-Bun.

07/18/2014 06:33.52 AM Report This Comment  
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