Manic Spring

Springtime on the ranch is bananas.  It's a little like getting in the passenger seat of a car with an overly-confident 16 year old.  Lots of go fast, stop quickly.  When the sun comes out, as it usually does in February and March, every tractor fires up, every calf needs to get a vaccination, and every project we've put off for the last 3 months needs to get done, NOW.  It's 100 mph until, undoubtedly, it rains, or snows.  Everything comes to an abrupt stop.  The tractors get parked, the corrals get too muddy, and everyone sits at home at stares at their Weather Underground app until ... magically, the sun shines (usually the next day), and we repeat.  It's exhausting.

These 2 photos were taken just seconds apart

Every season has its rhythm.  Summer is when you put your head down and work long, steady hours.  Fall is, well, almost as crazy as the spring (working cattle and haying collide), but it's also hunting season, which makes it exciting.  In the winter we take a breath, and then, blam, here comes spring.  Spring is everyone's scary drunk uncle who has a neck tattoo and crashes your kids 3rd birthday party 
and brings a puppy and hooker so no one knows if they're mad or ecstatic.  And here we are, it's not even technically spring, but it sure feels like it.  So, spring, welcome.  Come on in.