Mr. Orange

Today at dinner I was peelin' an orange and I made it into a guy that ate too much.

"Sometimes you just have to pick yourself up and carry on."

Beef Butchering

The past two weeks we've been selling beef to people. We butcher it, hang it in the cooler, then cut it up, grind and package. sometimes I help grind the beef, and sometimes I cut the fat off and stuff with a fancy butcher knife. One time we processed 4 beef in one day.

Back to the daily 'grind'. ;D

 ~COWGIRLLEXAH

The Nelson's Little Dragon

The other day Landon and I were burning twines with the propane tank. And.... we started goofing off. ;I















~CowgirlLex

Cory and Me

the other day  got a few pictures of Chorus and me. She kept movin' around so it was hard to get a good one. Once in a while she  would nuzzle me or stare at the camera and try to nibble it.

SHE IS ADORABLE!





Aren't the highlights on her hair gorgeous?! And I did not edit them into the picture!

Lefse Making

Guess what we made.




LEFSE!!!!

Have you ever tasted anything so magnificent, soft, buttery and sweet and full of goodness?

One year we made TWELVE batches. And I didn't even get tired of eating it. I guess I'm a true Viking.









   


We all take turns flipping them on the grill. And...... I normally turn them black because my cooking skills are AMAZING.







Mom rolled patties for four hours without stopping or complaining.










:D ~Norwiegan Food Loving Lex

It Snowed

Howdy everyone! Guess what? It snowed! And the forecast doesn't want this 20 degree weather to go   Away, I guess.

My brothers and I sprayed water on the bottom of our sleds and let it freeze so they would be extra slippery.

Faith

What I've Been Doing Lately....

On the nice days I've been riding Cory, my two year old filly and helping with Fall Roundup (not just on our ranch, neither.) , and on the not nice days I've been scooping manuare in the Bobcat for dad. I don't have no picture of that, thou.







My horse Chorus.....








Isn't that horse so pretty?

I would be jealous of my cousin if I didn't have Chorus....






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                                                         1 Timothy 5:1
                                                        


Rebuke not an elder, but entreat him as a father; and the younger men as brethren;  the elder women as mothers; the younger as sisters, with all purity.






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                                                   ~Lexi

My Occupation

I Found Another Reptile

I found this little guy slithering across the cement the other day. Ain't he cute?
His name is Elemer.

As soon as I let him go in the grass he disappeared!














~Lexah

Stil Willin the Turtle

Guess what! Grandpa found a turtle crawling across his front yard and brought it over here! I was REALLY exited. The green five gallon bucket next to the cage in the picture is what he came over in. he was real mad an' he hissed and waved his claws (and boy are those things sharp!) when I tried to feed him a worm.(turtles eat cooked chicken or turkey, raw beef, er worms.)So Landon Lawson and me hauled one of Rissa's old bunny cages up from a dusty corner and made what we thought a turtles home at the lake would be like. He's still alive, so we must not've done too terrible a job.


When the girls and I were at Farmers Market one of us said "I'm still willin' to do that if you what too." Then Larissa said, "that sounds like an odd name."

Stil Willin the Villian, I thought.
"I'm gonna name my turtle that." I suddenly decided.






It's real funny to watch him crawl outta his oversized bathtub. I have a video of it, but I don't know how to post videos on here.





This is how he gets himself outta there.







His belly and sides are beautiful. God's paintings are more than breath taking.

























This is Lawson's newest look.














~Cowgirl Lexah





                                                      Philippians 4:8


   Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are   just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think upon these things.                            

Ranch Animals (Part 6)

Last week I forgot to put the turkeys in the post about the chickens. So I guess these lucky ducks (get it?) will have their very own post. (Uh, besides the bunny.)
Last post I also posted it a day early! Boy, I sure musta been frazzled that day.

I remember when Dad decided that we should try turkey meat. I was probably about six er seven. About ten of then lived out of twenty. We had some black ones, three red ones, a lot of grays, and a white. We always have too much for Thanksgiving and Christmas.
The Toms (Male turkeys) were always SO mean. no matter how hard I would beat the snot outta them they would never learn lesson. We've even knocked 'em clean out. Later they come back plotting revenge. Sometimes I'll get my my pony and barrel at 'em full speed. they normally swerve into some trees. that sure does make me madder than a hornet.


It was always fun to see the mamas come into the yard with a dozen or two babies at her side. Dad found in the News Paper that red turkeys are the yummiest. After that the red hen was his favorite. But, you see, there was no red papa to get red babies from. That sure disapointed Father! He thought the white one would work, but no! Finally we traded our friends some grays for some reds.



If you think they're pretty, get to know 'em better. That thought 'll leave your mind quicker than a bullet leaves the gun barrel.








This is our only bunny. He is so cute, don'tcha think? Larissa used to have a whole hutch of them and get babies and every thin'. I guess she grew out of it, and set them free. Now, uh, there's only one left.  And how come he's survived the cats and coyotes and raccoons? One: he's too smart and fast. He slips under a hole he made in the shed. Two: Lady the dog won't let them get her. She'll le them dink around with him, but I they get serious then they're in fer it. Plus, the cats don't really have a reason to

be hungry for bunny meat. The boys an' I supply them with tons of gofer carcasses.




His name is 'Dug'. (Get it? Sometimes we say that "Dug dug a hole.")


















Happy Independence Day, folks!














To wrap up the ranch animals, hears a bible verse:


                                                          Genesis 1:25


And God made the beast of the earth after his kind, and cattle after their kind, and  every thing that creepeth upon the earth after his kind: and God saw that it was good.







~Lexah Rae

Ranch Animals (Part 5)

Folks, I'm really dreading saying this. *Inhales deeply....* I reckon I'll have ta slow down to posting somethin' once a week. Or a LEAST fer the summer. *...... And blows out breath*


 This weeks post is 'bout the chickens. See that thing in the picture below? We call them "chicken tractors". Every year we git a hundred butcher chicks, raise 'em up in the summer and butcher them in the fall. We keep 'bout twenty-five in each tractor.

















The layin' hens are my job. Ever since I was five years old (stories get stretched....) they've been my job. We used ta have a fence 'round our garden, but fer some reason that I don't remember we took it down.




Mama didn't like my hens scratching up her cucumbers so we ha to put them In a tractor just like the other chickens.














This is my prize Banty rooster, Oliver. He's two thirds the size o' the laying hens! Boy, he sure do think he's he's somethin', strutin' around the lawn. I call him "King of the yard".





This hen is fixin' to lay an egg in the makeshift nest.







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Busy, Busy, Busy

Alright, folks. So sorry there won't be another ranch animals post for I don't know how long. On Saturday was my sisters graduation and I meant to do a post about it but life got to busy. Yesterday and today I've been riding hard and fast getting all our cows and calves in to work them. First they get a shot and then an ear tag. If its a bull calf then he gets a band too. It's something we do every year.







That's a lot of ol' cows to chase in, guys!

(All of our cattle in total is a lot.)







-Lexah

Ranch Animals (Part 4)

We have a problem with orange cats. Orange colored felines used to be rare to us kids, but something changed. Now, a couple years later 95% of them are ORANGE. I'm sick and tired of the color.


Four legged fur balls come and go like livestock at a sale here at our ranch. Their purpose is to eat mice, and not cat food that costs money.

It's always fun to go on a search for a new litter of kittens.
Then we tame 'em, and they grow up and get all ugly and not cute.

One time Landon and I stole a mouse from a cat, and we were gonna make it our pet and feed in peanut butter and cheese. But as we were carrying it back to the house Landon dropped it, and while we were looking for it he stepped on it. We tried doing CPR even though we didn't really know how. It died shortly after the failed atempt to revive its  poor, sad little life. We laid it by a cat and slowly walked home in distress for the poor creature.
That was a sad day, but we had chocolate icecream and it made everything a little better.





















Meet 'Charky' in the picture straight down.





Cedric.....





And Rudy.

Ranch Animals (Part 3)

We have one ranch dog. Her name is Lady.
She's part German shepherd and part... Oooh, I can't remember the other name of the breed.  She was a good dog, but now she's getting REALLY old. She'll probably die one of these days and we will get a new one. We've had her for eight or nine years. Do any of you know how long a dog will live? Please comment and tell me.:)
Lady has had a limping back leg for the past three or four months, and she barley runs any more.





I'm sure gonna miss her though. She would break up cat fights, chase off raccoons, skunks and coyotes, and make sure the cats never got the bunny.


















Sorry this post was way shorter than my other ones, guys.











-Cowgirl...... You know my name. :D

Ranch Animals (Part 2)

I'm so sorry everyone! I didn't post anything on Saturday. We were so busy that day, and I didn't have time to post anything. On Monday Dad chopped the Internet cord with the Pay-loader. (on accident.) And the RTC guys didn't make it here 'till yesterday.

Another important animal on our ranch are the HORSES. Quarter Horses are my favorite breed. And I bet you already know this but they're my favorite animal. Between English an Western I'd for sure chose Western riding. Ah, and give me a cow to to chase. 


This is Wrangler in the picture below. I got him when I was five and he was just weaned. He's a registered quarter horse blue roan gelding. And his nickname is "Blue." But then, after a couple years dad decided it wasn't working out. He knew that for me training is the funnest part, and I was too little. (Six or seven). He used to be palomino as a colt, but he roaned out and turned  into a huge, fast cow horse that bucks. When I turned nine dad got me a chestnut filly. But when Wrangler is broke I can ride him any time I want. But we call him 'dad's horse'. 

Alex is a bay gelding. He's Lindy's horse, but she doesn't really ride him. She likes horses but other hobbies suit her just fine. Alex is a fast walker. REALLY fast walker. I bet he could win a World Cometition for the fastest walker. I've rode him a couple times. And, his lope is NOT smooth. It's just like riding the little blue rocking horse when I was one year old.

My thirt-teen year old cousin comes and rides with Riss and me. And she rides Alex. He's Greenbroke.











Cocoa is Larissa's chestnut quarter horse mare. And she loves chasing cows. At about fifteen hands high, she's about average height for a horse.






Journey is also Larissa's horse. She's the same age as my two year old filly. Rissa is planning on training her and then selling her. Notice the white mane down by her back. Very unusual.







Chester is Landon's horse. Boy, he has the smoothest, slowest trot ever. Landon will go and sit on him in the corral anytime he wants.  Chessy is his nickname.Awww, he's sooo cute with those shiny black eyes. :)



Me petting him.:) :)







Chorus: Cory is my two year old filly and my best friend. Dad and I are training her to be the best cutting horse in the WORLD.

She and Rissa's horse are full sisters. Their dam's (the mother of a horse or cow) name is Just A Major Sweetie and their sire's (the Father of a horse or cow) name is Dooley. Both the dam and the sire are Quarter Horses. I got to sit on Dooley once. :D We have a picture.


Below is me two years ago one of the first days I had her.




 Me working her in the round pen.





WOW. Talk about a beautiful horse!













 Rusty is my trusty steed when we go for rides. He's a sweetie. To people.
He is the highest in pecking order of all our horses. The brown mare on the left of him in the picture is his favorite mare. He will go crazy without that old girl. She's his favorite mare.





Nutbrown is our good old mare that we normally put little, little kids on and we can trust her to take care of them. We call her 'Lawson's horse'. She's part Welsh Pony, so she is a little bit smaller than our other horses.



Brego and Nala are from the same people we get our other horses from, but our friends bought them. after a couple years they didn't want them anymore, so they gave the horses to us. Now we found owners for them, but they stay here 'cause their real owners don't live in the country.








 Peaches is my champion barrel racing American Miniature Pony. I trained her myself. Oh, isn't she just adorable? But I'm getting too big for her, and she's sold. She'll be going to her new home later this year.




Ginger is the sweet, fat, old Miniature that hates to go faster than a trot. She's Lawson's main mount and he's been trying to get her to loose weight.

When  I was two and three, I would gallop around the round pen in the barn without any reins or anything to control her with. And someone would help me set up jumps. And when I was five to when I was eight I'd ride her all around our pastures.



Me at age three:













Lawson riding her at age six:




Pure love.:)

















Hope you liked it!









                                                      -Lexi