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Hi! My name is Jolie

I am a Green-Winged Macaw from pawtucket, RI.

hopalong casanovichky, Sir Casanovichky

14 years old   M

Green-Winged Macaw

Carrots,walnuts- ,apples,sweet potato,almonds,- pinenuts.

on his boing and his tree

don't touch my nails

lots of hugs and kisses

stands on his head.

i love you
My hatch day is May 23rd 2000.
ID# 42687

I joined BC 11-15-2006
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  Day 21--Cheticamp River Kayaking part 2
Hello Everybirdie, Angel Girl with today's BOTM post. What fun it is to kayak down the rapids, and paddle through the quiet calm between high mountain peaks towering above the river far beneath. As the remainder of our group finish their trip through the first rapids, we paddle along, on calm still waters. Along the shoreline we see a Moose grazing in the cool of the tall tree-lined river. A lone coyote dashes out of sight as we draw near to his hiding spot. The Canadian Geese honk their annoyance of our intrusion upon their domain. It isn't long before making a large curve in the River we enter our second, longer rapids.
"Hey, this is greyt. Like a long roller coaster" Peppino squeals delightfully as he, Rio and Tango paddle fast entering the swift current, bobbing like an apple in a barrel of water
"Snowy, paddle on the right" Finnegan calls out, paddling frantically as their kayak is pulled into the rapids
" okay everybird watch out for boulders, and fallen tree branches, be careful, see ya at the bottom" Angel shouts as her kayak rushes head-long into the fast moving waters ahead.
"Chyna, you need to lean to the lean back so we stay upright." Cori warns her.

"Spot, you look sea-sick" BonBon giggles making fun for her frother, " you ain't gonna puke are you?"
"BonBon, behave" Poppa Sky tells her as he and BB flash by, barely avoiding a giant red boulder poking out of the river.
Pearl and Silver let their kayak go and keep their paddles on the ready to push away from the rocks, they glide smoothly to the bottom of the rapids where they wait for the others. Sugar and Jenny0Lynn with Lalo and Sweetie in a tandem kayak begin to paddle to the further left edge before pointing into the rushing rapids. Their kayak bobs roughly, then smooths out sailing through the water swiftly. the girls watching intently for snags under the water, and pushing off from the great boulders that point their angry heads towards the sky. Hulk bravely paddles into the rapids, Snowy and Strawberry paddling on the right to keep them steady as the current under he surface draws them along to the bottom.
Chipper, Cheyenne, Cookie and TiPaul enter the rapids last, their kayak begins to wobble and then straightens out. They paddle madly as a black form seems to leap out of the water just ahead. The water is too strong and their kayak bumps the rock, causing it to spin in a circle. Facing backwards their kayak is out of control as they drop down the rapids too fast. Chipper yells as water washes over them. Cookie and Cheyenne, paddle in reverse, slowing their descent. Together they work to turn their kayak, as more rocks rush towards them. The others watch in shock as their friends dip out of sight under the water. Holding their breath they wait. "There they are!" everyone cheers."
Breathing hard the foursome stops in the midst of the others.
Angel Girl 224627

Come visit me, rally and lacie, poncho botd 24/3/14, Jack, thank you all for BOTD, Angel Sassy, Till I see you again,, Casper, you fought a good fight l'il man, amando, sky, Angel Lupe', I will see you again!, l'il angel adler, dixie's wife-bird, broken wings, broken promises, casey, the l'il angel & dixie wedding album, Jesse, thank you for BOTD everyone!, flynn, ANGEL GIRL, RUNNING FOR BOTM IN SEPTEMBER, sarah little bird, zeke, thank you friends for BOTD, zeena, thanks for august botm & sweetie, thank you friends for BOTD.

09/21/2014 05:04.12 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 11--The Greyt Race to the finish
Hello Everybirdie, Angel Girl here with today's BOTM post. I wish to first ask that you PRAY FOR QUEEN CHUEY. She is not feeling well, and as of yet the cause is "inconclusive" however she seems to have improved slightly in the past 24 hours. ALSO A REMINDER of the wedding of Tiamaria Ganster and my frother Casey Thrift will take place tomorrow-Friday on my page at 7PM EST--all are invited to join them as they exchange their vows in true Scottish style. Reception to follow.
As we left it yesterday Miss Chipper had flown into second place behind SKY. Everybirdie is pushing themselves on this last Triathlon event. Dixie is slowing down quickly, his feet and legs begin to hurt. Little Angel looks back as she waddles at top-speed down the hill. She sees Dixie begin to limp, then finally stop a sad look crossing his handsome face. Little Angel stops, and turns back to join Dixie when outta the blue Puffin and Tango come up from behind and lift Dixie onto their shoulders, running together wings acrossed each others backs. WHAT A SHOW OF TRUE SPORTSBIRDSHIP. The trio catches up to Little Angel who is jumping and clapping in delight as she watches Dixie happily completing the course with help from his friends. She yells and cheers as they come to where she is waiting, and the four birds run together side by side down the hill and head into the stretch moving fast.
The Trio and L'il Angel quickly catch up passing the others two by two soon taking third place as Chipper Sky and the others give it their all. Suddenly Rio, Lalo, Miranda and Peppino appear among the fore-runners and the push is on. Sky stumbles over a tree root, and fights to keep his balance. Willie grabs him by the Wing stopping his head long fall. After a quick man-birdly-hug they are off once more as the finish line appears in the distance. The four-some of LA, Dixie, Puffin and Tango begin to move forward into second position. Chipper flies into first as the group of runners/fliers move together towards their goal.
With the red finish line only ten feet ahead the foursome puts their all into it and take over the lead, as the others see Dixie clapping and Conure screeching in happiness they begin to yell and clap, cheering them on. The others slow their pace as they watch in awe as Tango and Puffin carefully place Dixie onto the ground only four steps from the finish. Little Angel takes Dixie by the wing, letting his weight fall upon her, as she helps him take one, two three steps with just one left she lets Dixie step carefully forward and the crowd goes crazy with screeches, screams and bird calls, DIXIE ADLER is this years 2014 Birdathalon WINNER. Cameras flash as sports announcers push forward, microphones in hand to get an interview with the winner.
"Do you have any words for those watchin' at home?" CBC asks
"YES. I had a little help from my friends." Dixie breaks down here, tears streaming down his cheeks as his Little Angel hugs him close.
Angel Girl 224627

Come visit me, rally and lacie, poncho botd 24/3/14, Jack, thank you all for BOTD, Angel Sassy, Till I see you again,, Casper, you fought a good fight l'il man, amando, sky, Angel Lupe', I will see you again!, l'il angel adler, dixie's wife-bird, broken wings, broken promises, casey, the l'il angel & dixie wedding album, Jesse, thank you for BOTD everyone!, flynn, ANGEL GIRL, RUNNING FOR BOTM IN SEPTEMBER, sarah little bird, zeke, thank you friends for BOTD, zeena, thanks for august botm & sweetie, thank you friends for BOTD.

09/11/2014 03:18.25 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 10--The Greyt Race to the Finishline
Wow, what a spectacular fireworks display last evening over the ocean. After a day of dancing, playing instruments and dining on fine Scottish cuisine, a relaxing rest on the beach, as the skies filled with color was the perfect ending.
Today is the Triathlon. We're up bright and early to warm up for the Greyt Race. We'll splash in the ocean, ride our horse over rough terrain and finally fly or waddle to the finish. This evening we will continue down the Celtic Trail to Inverness, where we will spend two days exploring the area, and taking part in a wonderful, SURPRISE WEDDING. YES, a wedding. My frother MR Casey Thrift will wed his darling Tiamaria in an ocean-view outdoor ceremony, followed by a reception in the Parish courtyard of St John's Church. Everybirdie is invited to join them on this special occasion as they exchange their vows of love in true Scottish style. The ceremony will take place at 7PM EST on my page # 224627
The ocean is calm, and blue as we ride off to the starting line of today's cross country Triathlon. Pearl, and Silver have been practicing since sign up earlier in the week and are the two to watch for. Snowy, Cydney, Strawberry and TiPaul are strong splashers for the first leg of the three event competition. Sky and BB, Kiddo, Cori and Pepper have been working on their horse-birdship skills and we expect some awesome results from them. In the final leg Susan, Sweetpepper, Dixie, Little Angel, aka lightening-streak, and Raffi are rearing to show their stuff.
The whistle goes to signal the start. All the birdies are lined up as the starting pistol sounds. As a flock they run to the waters edge, wings out, water splashing far and high, they show their best efforts. Pearl dives beak first into the water, sending ripples in all directions, Casey puts his toes in and backs out, " Too cold for me" "Come' on sweetie" Tiamaria calls, splashing intot he surf fearlessly. Thoroughly soaked they wade towards the waiting horses hitched on shore. Casey is still not wet, and Tiamaria is splashing him as fast as her wings will beat.
TiPaul bolts off the ground onto Lightning as is riding towards the rocky hills at the end of the beach with Sky in hot pursuit. BB waves as she charges her horse past the group, up the hill, and starts along the Celtic trail. Sugar and Thorin are closing in fast, as Chyna and Dyna-Dancer take second position. Here comes Boo Boo on Starfire, she's pushin' into third position. Sky takes the lead and arrives at the third event start.
Sky never looks back, but is off at a fast waddle, Sugar jumps clear of Thorin and is on the run, quickly catchin' up to Sky Boy. BB stops to catch her breath as she dismounts and begins the last leg. Spot, coming to a screeching stop, jumps right over Hulk is has gotten off to a quick start. Here comes Miss Chipper, she flies over the runners heads to take second position as they begin their climb up the hillside....
Angel Girl 224627

Come visit me, rally and lacie, poncho botd 24/3/14, Jack, thank you all for BOTD, Angel Sassy, Till I see you again,, Casper, you fought a good fight l'il man, amando, sky, Angel Lupe', I will see you again!, l'il angel adler, dixie's wife-bird, broken wings, broken promises, casey, the l'il angel & dixie wedding album, Jesse, thank you for BOTD everyone!, flynn, ANGEL GIRL, RUNNING FOR BOTM IN SEPTEMBER, sarah little bird, zeke, thank you friends for BOTD, zeena, thanks for august botm & sweetie, thank you friends for BOTD.

09/10/2014 06:48.42 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 8--Chestico Festival dance lessons
Hello everybirdie; What a greyt time we had on the beach. The bikini competition was amazing, and we only had to pull three of the boys off the stage. LOL! It was so much fun getting a chance to see all the latest European styles and designs. Between the warm surf and the savory foods it has been an eggciting visit in Port Hood. Today we get our chance to watch, and try our talented talons in some Celtic dancing, and maybe even put our beaks to the bagpipes and play some Gaelic tunes. The Interpretative Celtic Music Center is open to visitors, who can try not only the bagpipes, but also their wings at being a drummer as well.
"Hey L'il Angel, what are you dressed like that for?" Angel Girl asks her fister, eying up Little Angel's new Celtic tartan kilt.
"I'm going to take Highland dancin' lessons today" L'il Angel says putting her tam on her head and looking at herself in her mirror.
"Dixie? Are you ready sweetheart?" L'il Angel yells into the tent door.
Slowly Dixie exits the tent, his face blushed red. He looks around quickly making sure the coast is clear. HE is wearing a kilt too, complete with a sash over hi shoulders. " We're taking Scottish dance lessons" It was then that Dixie saw that many of the other birds were sporting kilts in various Tartans ( Clan colors).
"See, we all are had the same idea" Sky says walking past in his kilt (Feileadh-beag - pr: feela beg). Sky stands tall, and smiles. "It's birdly. It's not a dress Dixie!"
"Hi SamIAm, you off to the bagpipe lessons?" Kaji asks, reining in his horse, " That's were Lizzie Pookie and I are riding too. Com' on with us"
The birds mount up and head off to the Music center and the MacInnis Sportsplex. There is Celtic music, dancing demonstrations and more Scottish foods to try today. Tomorrow is the Triathlon. Many famous fiddle-players, Celtic musicians from as far away as Scotland, British Columbia, Canada and the USA have arrived for the days concerts, lessons and fun.
At the Celtic Music Center, Snowflake, Little Angel, Cookie and Cydney stand as the instructor Patricia Chafe shows them the first dance steps. 'Ok, one, two, three..." Little Angel takes the first two steps then suddenly making a quick turn on one foot, she trips sending Cydney falling into Snowflake. The three girls giggle as they lay on the floor in a jumbled heap at Cookie's feet. "Ok, let's try this again. Maybe you should stand over here, Little Angel" Pat says, walking her to the other side of the line. The three girls do the steps again, perfectly. Then the others join them, as the fiddles play a quick tune. The laughing birdies have lots of fun, learning to dance. After a few lessons, they sit down to watch some experienced dancers for a while. " We did greyt" Dixie says happily as he hugs LA close.
"Ok Sky and BB. You're turn" Sky leads BB in a graceful Highland Waltz. Everybirdie applauds their performance. "WE practiced!" BB says
Angel Girl 224627

Come visit me, rally and lacie, poncho botd 24/3/14, Jack, thank you all for BOTD, Angel Sassy, Till I see you again,, Casper, you fought a good fight l'il man, amando, sky, Angel Lupe', I will see you again!, l'il angel adler, dixie's wife-bird, broken wings, broken promises, casey, the l'il angel & dixie wedding album, Jesse, thank you for BOTD everyone!, flynn, ANGEL GIRL, RUNNING FOR BOTM IN SEPTEMBER, sarah little bird, zeke, thank you friends for BOTD, zeena, thanks for august botm & sweetie, thank you friends for BOTD.

09/08/2014 05:56.58 PM Report This Comment  
  Hi Jolie
today mom has us outside for exactly 10 minutes. it was cool at 72 but it was very sunny. mom smelled something awful which was blowing in from the s/e which is unusual since most winds blow in from the n/w. dad screamed get those birds inside and mom frantically gathered us up and brought us back in just when my friend the lonely blue jay came over to see me. the parents thinks the smell is a new neighbor dong something toxic with their house.

Are Pesticides Lowering Our Intelligence?
fascinating research originating from Harvard’s School of Public Health. Published in Lancet Neurology, assessed five chemicals and metals known as “neurotoxicants” which are substances that are toxic to the brain and nervous system. The researchers analyzed the effects of a group of pesticides known as “organophosphates.”

After assessing the effects of typical organophosphate exposure in children aged 0 to 5, the Harvard researchers found that this class of pesticides caused a collective drop in IQ of 16,899,488 points. Because brain functions develop sequentially, the full effects of early neurotoxic damage might not become apparent until school age or beyond.

Because early childhood exposure to pesticides through playing on sprayed lawns and eating produce containing the toxins can result in a loss of cognitive skills, the exposure reduces these children’s intellectual and economic potential. the health implications to children (and potentially adults as well, since this study only explored the effects on children) is of serious concern.

After assessing the full economic impact, the scientists estimated that for each loss of one IQ point a person‘s estimated lifetime earnings capacity also dropped by USD $18,000 or €12,000.

The journal Environmental Health Perspectives established a link between pesticide exposures and autism.

With the mounting evidence of the health, social, environmental, and economic implications of our continued use of toxic pesticides, isn’t it time for a total ban of these toxic substances?

love Boo Boo

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09/07/2014 09:16.40 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 7--Port Hood beach fun
Hello, and good morning to all our BC friends. I must first make a quick apology for missing two days of blogs. In my gallery I will be posting photos of the "tree" that has been to topic of our absence recently. Now, with it cut down, removed and cleaned up things are getting back on track. I want to thank everyone for their votes and support in my absence.
"Oh look" Angel Girl points to the beach spread out for miles along the blue ocean edge. Kicking Celtic Lass gently in the ribs to urge her into a trot she rides towards the shade of a row of Maples edging the beach. As far as the eye can see there are sand sculptured bikini clad forms, and beautiful birds dressed in imported swimwear.
" SKY? What are you looking at so attentively ?" BB asked already knowing her Sky with his black-out sunglasses was taking in the food booths. "See, if it were any other bird he'd be watching the girl-birds playing beach volleyball. LOL!" BB tells Lalo and Jinny riding beside them. Sweetie giggles at her frother.
"I'm taking a swim with Firestorm" Cinn-A-Bunn yells galloping towards the surf, Boo Boo, Polly, Zippy and Rio race after him.
" We're off to check out the, AHHHHHHHH, beach" Pearl and Silver say giggling and jumping off their horses, hitching them in the shade.
CuBird and Snowflake grab their towels as they make their way to the water's edge. Little Peep hurries to catch up. Angel Girl watches her friends for a moment before deciding that she'd like to get a snow-cone. "Anyone wanta join me in a snowcone?" Chyna, Chipper and Lizzie think it's a greyt idea so the four girls take off in search of the snow-cone booth.
"Well Dixie, let's set up our towel, and sit in the sun. It'll make your legs and feet feel better. Then I'll go get us ice cream cones." L'il Angel smiles, leaning over to give Dixie a big kiss and whispers, " and some popcorn" Dixie grins, thinking of how often they'd sat together eating popcorn as they enjoyed a movie.
Port Hood is well known for it's miles of sandy beaches. The warm ocean water and scenic landscape some of the most beautiful in the world. During the Chestico Days, Tartan colors can be seen all down the beach, flying above booths selling clothes, food and sovereigns.
Tia and Casey wander down the beach wing in wing. They have been very quiet so far this trip, spending almost every minute with their heads close togetehr talking. " I wonder what's up with those two lovebirds?" Sugar says to Gus and Susan. They return to their important business of shopping for keepsakes of their trip to Cape Breton.
"Hey Spot, where's BonBon?" Falco asks.
"Not certain, but last I saw her, she was splashing in the waves with Raffi, Angel, Pepper and Sweetpepper. They were over there near the stage for the Bikini competition"
Falco walks in that direction, zig-zagging to avoid birdies tanning on the beach.
Angel Girl 224627

Come visit me, rally and lacie, poncho botd 24/3/14, Jack, thank you all for BOTD, Angel Sassy, Till I see you again,, Casper, you fought a good fight l'il man, amando, sky, Angel Lupe', I will see you again!, l'il angel adler, dixie's wife-bird, broken wings, broken promises, casey, the l'il angel & dixie wedding album, Jesse, thank you for BOTD everyone!, flynn, ANGEL GIRL, RUNNING FOR BOTM IN SEPTEMBER, sarah little bird, zeke, thank you friends for BOTD, zeena, thanks for august botm & sweetie, thank you friends for BOTD.

09/07/2014 01:10.34 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 5--Port Hood Chestico Festival
Hello everyone, With the horses saddled and our gear on the pack horses we are off to Port Hood, our first stop on the Celtic Trail. Port Hood is a vibrant, seaside community on the west coast of Cape Breton Island, and the capital of Inverness County, Nova Scotia ,approximately 30 minutes north from the Canso Causeway. With miles of sandy beaches on the warmest waters in eastern Canada. Also the home of NHL Hall of Famer Al MacInnis, CFL champion Bruce Beaton, the late “Godfather of Celtic Music” John Allan Cameron, and former Olympian Duncan Gillis, not to mention 2008 Canadian Idol runner-up, Mitch MacDonald!
" I smell Lobsters cooking" Sky sniffs the breeze as we ride into Port Hood.
"You and your belly!' BB teases tickling Sky in the ribs as she rides next to him along the scenic trail into town.
"Jenny-Lynn, wait up" Sweetie yells as she gets Dusty to run," we'll find the banks no problem" Sweetie giggles, then grins innocently as JL looks down at her and smiles. " AH, you're a real Zon girl now"
We're in time for the Triathalon" Angel Girl Points to the big overhead sign, " let's sign up"
"What about the Lobster dinner?" Sky asks disappointment in his voice."there's a Lobster Festival today"
"Sugar, let's go sign up then stop in at that jewellery store" Cori and Boo Boo say, " I want to pick up something for my Mom.
Reaching the MacInnes SportPlex, the birds file in, those wishing to, sign up for the Triathalon. Being visitors, a special category is added to the event-splash in the water, horse-back ride and then running or flying the third portion of the event.
"WOW, this'll be fun" Chyna says as she and Falco head outside to their horses waiting in the shade.
"Can we eat now?" Sky asks BB, as they follow behind to their mounts " I'm starved. It's been an hour or more since I ate breakfast"
Once everybirdie is mounted, they ride into the city, to take part in the Lobster Picnic Festival. Fresh, local lobsters, salads and BBQ burgers are filling the air with delicious images. " We'll all get to try some of the local Lobsters, cooked in various ways, plus for those of us who don't like sea-food, we have Angus Burgers too." Angel Girl announces. The air is filled with Celtic fiddle music, adding a touch of Scotland.
"After lunch can we visit some of the five beaches that make up this area?" Miranda asks, through a beakful of Lobster salad, " heard they are having a Sand Bikini event"
"Count us all in'"the boys say " we can make our own bikini sculptures to enter the contest. It is part of the Chestico Festival taking place."
"you can be one of our bikini models" Kiddo tells Sweetpepper" kissing her softly as they enjoy their lunch.
"Let's look around at the shops. I wanta find myself a Tartan cap" Kaji adds
"Let's get done lunch then we can all go enjoy Port Hood and later meet at the beach for some serious fun in the sun." Angel Girl states happily, eggcited to enjoy the Festival and events.
Angel Girl--224627

Come visit me, rally and lacie, poncho botd 24/3/14, Jack, thank you all for BOTD, Angel Sassy, Till I see you again,, Casper, you fought a good fight l'il man, amando, sky, Angel Lupe', I will see you again!, l'il angel adler, dixie's wife-bird, broken wings, broken promises, casey, the l'il angel & dixie wedding album, Jesse, thank you for BOTD everyone!, flynn, ANGEL GIRL, RUNNING FOR BOTM IN SEPTEMBER, sarah little bird, zeke, thank you friends for BOTD, zeena, thanks for august botm & sweetie, thank you friends for BOTD.

09/05/2014 07:42.02 PM Report This Comment  
  Hi Jolie
Hope you had a Happy Humpday!

our sewage bill increased from $50 a month to $150. they have been working all summer in our area to update the sewage lines and we are paying the cost. tomorrow a note was posted on our door they will be working on our street and we will have no water, do not flush toilets and when the water comes back on it will smell like resin. that can't be good. they also said keep your windows open when you turn the water back on. mom is very worried about our flock.

love Boo Boo

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09/03/2014 10:24.32 PM Report This Comment  
  Day 3--Port Hastings and the Celtic Trail
Good morning to everybirdie; Angel Girl here with today's BOTM update. The sun rose red and orange on the horizon over historic Cape Breton. Lizzie, BB and Kaji had a greyt breakfast on the go, as we birdies took down our tents, and packed up our belongings, to be carried by the pack horses to our next stop, Port Hastings. With the missing FLARES, still unaccounted for, and TiPaul, Dixie and Cori keeping a watchful eye on L'il Angel we mounted up as the sun turned the sky a brilliant blue over the water.
The deep water of the Strait of Canso at the village of Port Hastings was the reason the Inverness and Richmond Coal Pier was constructed here in 1902. Historians find many interesting facts in our records kept at the Archives of the Hastings, Cape Breton Museum. Here we find photos taken of the construction of the bridge connecting mainland Nova Scotia with the Cape Breton Island.The Canso Causeway was built at a narrow location on the Strait of Canso, several miles northwest of Port Hawkesbury and Mulgrave, crossing from Cape Porcupine near Auld's Cove on the Nova Scotia side to Port Hastings on the Cape Breton side. Approximately 10,092,000 t (9,933,000 long tons) of rock for building the causeway was quarried from a mountain on Cape Porcupine.
"Hey, let's go to the Museum and take a look at some of the historic photos of the area." Boo Boo suggests
"Awesome idea. Then we can ride down the Celtic Trail. The Celtic Shores Coastal Trail is a 92-km (57 mi) multi-use trail stretching from Port Hastings to the Town of Inverness on the west coast.
The flat trail meanders along the coastline, through picturesque wilderness, skirts streams, and connects several communities and attractions. Along the way you will find active fishing harbors, warm-water beaches in Port Hood, West Mabou, and Inverness, the Celtic Music Interpretive Centre in Judique along with five other museums, Glenora Distillery, and the not-to-be-missed Red Shoe Pub in Mabou, with the best live Celtic music on the island and unique living Gaelic culture. We'll be camping at Mabou for a few days to explore all the area." Angel Girl Slaps Gaelic Lass on the shoulder, and heads off towards the Museum.
" Angel? Are we going to be stopping at the beach for a swim today?" Raffi asks
'Greyt idea. Tell the others that after the museum we'll ride to the beach for a while before heading down the Trail" Raffikki turns Sun-Dancer and goes to tell the birds of the day's plans.
"Sky, wanta race? Little Angela asks a twinkle in her eye." If I win you help pitch our tent. If I lose I'll make you supper tonight"
"Ok, you're on" Sky yells galloping off of Chief at top speed. Little Angel rides twinkle after him, urging her horse on. She passes Sky and whips around the corner to come in first at the museum. " I win!"
"I let you. Better me pitch your tent, then you cook for BB and I" Sky laughs at the hotty look on L'il Angels face.
Angel Girl 224627

Come visit me, rally and lacie, poncho botd 24/3/14, Jack, thank you all for BOTD, Angel Sassy, Till I see you again,, Casper, you fought a good fight l'il man, amando, sky, Angel Lupe', I will see you again!, l'il angel adler, dixie's wife-bird, broken wings, broken promises, casey, the l'il angel & dixie wedding album, Jesse, thank you for BOTD everyone!, flynn, ANGEL GIRL, RUNNING FOR BOTM IN SEPTEMBER, sarah little bird, zeke, thank you friends for BOTD, zeena, thanks for august botm & sweetie, thank you friends for BOTD.

09/03/2014 02:04.26 PM Report This Comment  
  Hi Jolie
Well we had a cook out earlier this afternoon, and as usual, pops managed to burn the hot dogs so you couldn't tell what they were. Mom said that she making dinner, RESERVATIONS..... And I can't say I don't blame her. Sometimes pops cooking leaves a lot to be desired.

Come visit me, Jetta.

09/01/2014 01:53.37 PM 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 09:10.38 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 10:22.06 AM 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.
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08/29/2014 03:48.43 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!"
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08/28/2014 05:12.02 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."
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08/26/2014 02:02.44 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 01:26.53 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 02:58.04 PM Report This Comment  
  Hi Jolie Buddy
How are you today? I know you are related to Strawberry so I decided to just leave the blog with him. I've missed my big red friend. Did you see your photo on the horse in the gallery? You are welcome to take it if you'd like it as a trail ride keepsake.
Big Hugs
CHUEY

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08/23/2014 01:40.39 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 11:24.48 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 01:54.02 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 01:37.14 PM Report This Comment  
  Surprise!
It's me, Kelly! It's taken me long enough, but I'm here, and with a great big CAG hug for you, you sweet thing, you — coming by to check on me last month. Isn't it dreadful, the number of days that go by anymore between my signing in to my BC page. I never thought I'd see the day but now it happens all the time. I miss the way it was five and six years ago... those were the best times, and you were a wonderful part of those precious experiences.

All's good here with me and the rest of the McFlock. The same routine we've been doing for years is still the one that happens everyday; room service at 6:30, a process that takes mom about two hours, lunch at 11, dinner at 4, and in between, taking turns hanging out with mom wherever she happens to be working wether it's in the office with dad or out in the yard if dad's off on a job and there's nothing more for mom to do for a bit. I still love to try and get on the kitchen counter tops while the birdie food's being made but the same dumb rule about no birds on the work areas is still enforced. I got my wings trimmed back in the spring because I couldn't resist flying to those wonderful places of adventure and exploration. Such a bummer. But the flights are growing back in and I'm able to make it across the room again. No lift, but at least I'm not beak-planting into the carpet anymore.

How's things with you and your family? In your profile pic it looks like you've got a new toy. Imagine that's long since gone now. I've had a grand time dismantling a woven seagrass mat here lately. Makes a lovely mess on the floor too. How's the two conure guys? They doing okay? And your parronts? Good too? Sure hope so.

It was so nice of you to fly by for a visit. I'm sorry it's taken me half a summer to come by.

Sharing a (((hug)) with my Sir Casanovichky.

With love,

K *v*

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08/19/2014 02:12.53 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 08:50.00 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 10:14.08 AM Report This Comment  
  Hi Jolie
CHUEY here to tell you that Queen Zeena said she really misses you a lot. She wishes you would stop by sometime for a visit in the castle with her.

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08/17/2014 08:00.08 AM Report This Comment  
  Hi Jolie
i saw this on Facebook and didn't know if i had sent it to you or not but i think you might like it.

BEFORE I WAS A PARRONT
I NEVER TROD ON THROWN FOOT TOYS
OR NEED TO CHECK MY SHIRT BEFORE GOING OUT
I DIDNT WORRY IF THINGS WERE POISONOUS OR UNSAFE
I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT VETS AND COSTLY VISITS

BEFORE I WAS A PARRONT
I HAD NEVER BEEN POOPED ON
MY CLOTHES CHEWED ON
FOOD STOLEN FROM MY MOUTH
FINGERS BITTEN
I WAS NEVER ASKED "WATCHA -DOIN" FIFTY TIMES A DAY
I HAD COMPLETE CONTROL OF MY MIND AND MONEY
AND I SLEPT PAST 6AM

BEFORE I WAS A PARRONT
I NEVER HAD A THRASHING CREATURE
MADE OF ALL BEAK AND CLAWS JUST TO GIVE MEDICINE
I NEVER LOOKED INTO HURTING EYES AND CRIED
OR GOT GLORIOUSLY HAPPY OVER A SIMPLE TASTE OF CHOP
AND I NEVER SAT UP LATE HOURS AT NIGHT ON PARROT FORUMS

BEFORE I WAS A PARRONT
I NEVER SNUGGLED A SLEEPY PARROT
OR BLEW FEATHERY KISSES ON THEIR BELLY
I NEVER FELT MY HEART BREAK INTO A MILLION PIECES
WHEN I COULDNT STOP THEIR PAIN

I NEVER KNEW SOMETHING SO SMALL
COULD AFFECT MY LIFE SO MUCH
I NEVER KNEW I COULD LOVE SO MUCH
I NEVER KNEW- I WOULD LOVE BEING A PARRONT
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08/16/2014 09:42.32 PM 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 08:18.40 AM Report This Comment  
  Hi Jolie
it was 45 last night and never got above 68 at our house. life guards working at the pools are wearing heavy sweatshirts.

last night mom had bought some expensive chicken to broil for dinner. dad took one bite and said he wouldn't eat it because it tasted gamey. mom was very angry and after eating her chicken she gave a little to our older cat and then threw the rest of the chicken down the garbage disposal. then all last night mom was up sick from eating the chicken. today mom decided to have spaghetti and meat balls and bought the ground meat and spaghetti sauce. she made the meatballs and was cooking them and then opened the jar of spaghetti sauce and whoosh all the spaghetti sauce fell out of the bottom of the jar all over the counter and floors and cabinets and moms feet and the walls. the bottom part of the jar just had broken off. it took mom forever to clean it up. after mom washed her tennis shoes and legs off she ran back to the grocery stow and bought another jar so their was dinner tonight but mom was so angry she couldn't eat.

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08/15/2014 11:01.09 PM 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 11:34.53 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 09:22.24 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 12:49.26 PM Report This Comment  
  Hi Jolie
its been raining here for 24 hours. no meteor shower show for us to see. speaking of water... Add A Little Water To Make Your Yard Irresistible To Birds
Because many birds do not eat seeds, suet or sugar water, there is another way to draw them in from the natural cover for close-up viewing.
In various forms, water will attract the insect- and worm-eating birds that would not otherwise be drawn to your yard.

The simplest and least expensive way to provide water for birds is in a ceramic or metal birdbath mounted on a pedestal.
As long as the water is clean, and changed frequently, birds will respond. The presence of water, the third essential to bird life in a backyard habit, will attract birds that would not otherwise be seen. In spring and summer, when the neotropical species are in the North, birds such as flycatchers, wrens, robins, vireos, thrushes and even owls will readily come to water, but not to feeders.

A better solution may be to set up a birdbath with moving water that is pumped from one level to another. The sound and motion of water is a great attractant for birds and will draw them in from some distance to drink and bathe.
The ideal water area for birds is a recirculating, multi-tiered pool in which an electric pump moves the water to the uppermost level, which allows it to flow back to the lowest level, and then back again to the top. As long as there are many shallow areas, no more than a couple of inches deep, the birds will use all the levels of water as it flows from one to another. There have been times when as many as 13 American robins or 10 cedar waxwings have used such a bird bath at one time.

Water is not only essential to the survival of birds, but its presence in a backyard habitat will guarantee the attractions of a whole different spectrum of bird species.

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08/11/2014 09:36.31 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 03:18.19 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 02:50.15 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

Trail Boss Chuey 245908

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08/07/2014 02:49.29 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 02:47.40 PM Report This Comment  
  Hi Jolie
Queen Zeena sorta fancies you, so i will make you a photo too, because the Queen is coming to ride with the cowbirdies. She'll be very happy to see you along on the cattle drive.
Chuey

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08/06/2014 02:47.14 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 04:21.40 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 04:52.16 PM Report This Comment  
  Hello Jolie
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 12:54.37 PM Report This Comment  
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