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March

A Wild Turkey Tale

02/12/2026 by ladysmith@cowdogsadvice.com

Well, of course that rodent said more winter, but this old Heeler knows that this season goes on til March, no matter what. Maybe longer.

 

We had a couple more very cold days; I insist on going out and laying at my station on the porch, but nobody lets me stay very long, fearing I will freeze right down to the boards, I guess. I am out there trying, in usual Heeler fashion, to just will the weather to warm up. Even the sun refuses to give in, though, and cold temps stay all day. But maybe my efforts work, though, because today it was much warmer.

 

 

 

 

There is a lot of wild critters around here, especially in the cold season, and now they all seem to be hanging around waiting for Spring, too. The deer and turkeys are especially thick in the yard, waiting for dropped chicken or bird seed, for the horses to miss a little grain, and to pick up hay when the livestock aren’t at the feeders.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And you never know who else will show up!

 

We have watched and followed the turkeys through the years. At first I’m told, they were rare, only glimpsed in the trees, and very wild. One year, a single bird came near. Over the years, more showed up in the winter, and some years there have been dozens of them. Other years, not one bird has come through the ranch.

 

 

 

I have seen them fly down from the hills, the sky alive with huge birds hurtling to the ground, wings wide.  At dusk, they fly straight up into the dark pines. They are odd, funny, impressive and too many.

 

 

 

 

 

I used to think they were part of my charges, and I would herd them up in groups, to eat with the chickens. I was pretty good at that, but learned that just because they moved in, herding them was not my responsibility.

 

 

 

 

Lewis and Clark did not report seeing the big birds when they journeyed through this country, because there were none back then. Even though Ben Franklin nominated it for the national bird, it was not common nationwide long ago. The first turkeys arrived in Montana when 13 birds from Colorado were imported in 1954, then another 44 came in the next few years. No more birds came after that, but now there are hundreds of thousands of them, all over the country.  They can adapt!

 

 

This year, they are pushy and persistent, even flying up to the porch to empty the bird feeders.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I suppose all the critters are hungry, with little winter grass or seeds by now, for any of them. Deer and turkeys are willing to risk anything to get a few bites.

 

Other critters and the little birds fight for seed

 

 

 

Of course, we let them be. I used to bark at the deer til I was “blue” in the face, even chase them, but not anymore.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My ranch is a safe haven. After all, I get to go inside, always have a good dinner and nice bed, sometimes to be enjoyed without cats, so I cannot begrudge them a little space and food.

 

 

Did you know a flock of turkeys is also called a rafter. I don’t know how many that is, but there are rafters all over here. They start strutting and gobbling when warm days hint of Spring.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Soon the big toms will start cussing, pushing and fighting right in the yard; sometimes they run right into me!

 

 

 

 

Then soon after, they will all be gone.

 

                                                                                                 Strutting turkey tracks

 

 

 

They will return to the high country and live wild again – skittish, cautious, gliding swiftly away through the trees. It seems strange that they would run from me then, seeing me on the four-wheeler, when I know them all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

But they return to self-sufficiency I suppose, not taking advantage of hospitality, being the bird God created them to be. Wild at heart and over the desperation that the cold brings, they continue on their own path.

 

 

 

I guess that is what we all need to do, in spite of detours, hurdles, changes we don’t want or expect. Struggle through the tough times, be creative, adapt, make changes. Take help where you can when you need. Remember to lend a hand as well. But feel the sun on your face, look ahead with joy and optimism.

 

 

 

 

There are only five more Saturdays until Spring! Give me a sunny day above freezing, when the snow starts melting, and this old Heeler can hardly stand the glorious joy of my right path into Spring!

 

 

 

As you follow the path God created for you, run it rejoicing right into Spring!

 

 

 

 

Even if there is plenty of winter to leap through first.

 

“Walk in obedience to all that the Lord your God has commanded you, so that you may live and prosper and prolong your days in the land that you will possess.” – Deuteronomy 5:33

Filed Under: Lady's posts Tagged With: groundhog, Heeler, March, turkeys, winter

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A Cowdog’s Spring

03/17/2023 by ladysmith@cowdogsadvice.com

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It is March, and a Cowdog’s Spring! In fact, they say there are three official starts to Spring.

First, Solar Spring is high encouragement that things will turn around soon. You may still be knee-deep in snow, but you will at least have more daylight to enjoy. Most of the U.S. gains 15-20 minutes of daylight per week! 

 

 

There is meteorological Spring that starts on the first of the month. This goes for 3 complete months, and makes historical comparisons easy for meteorologists.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then we have the Astronomical Spring, in which the start and end dates of spring are based on the changing position of Earth in relation to the sun, causing equinoxes and solstices. In the Northern Hemisphere winter ends and spring starts at the moment of the equinox, which occurs every year between March 19 and March 21.

 

 

 

But there is also, and more importantly, a Cowdog Spring. Also known as Heeler Spring. Here, that can be crazier than a cat in a patch of catnip or a Heeler on the tail of a bunch of wild cows.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We are teased by sunny days in the fifties, only to wake up to a merciless winter again. March is the most capricious of months, mixing it up by the hour. It can be a wild swing of 50 degrees or more – rain, snow, ice.

 

 

 

This could be the start of gentle and gradual easing of an icy grip.

If I were a betting dog, however, I’d go with a few more feet of snow. Around here, March and April are known as the highest snowfall months. Just yesterday, on the verge of  “wearin’ o’ the green”, we had a nasty blizzard!

 

 

 

Heeler Spring means new smells in the wet dirt and old grass. The sun melts out all kind of surprises, old treasures held in ice, now new.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There is poop, grass, old bones  and even winter-killed carcasses. There are many gifts for the happy, active nose. It is the joy of NEW.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Cowdog’s Spring means new footing, fresh breezes through my winter-matted coat, and sudden storms while I earnestly try to get through the snow that still buries my creek bottom and favorite pastures.

 

 

 

 

 

I don’t like the mud between my toes,

 

 

 

but sure enjoy a good truck ride, and I love more daylight! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Suddenly, all the outside comes alive.

Those infernal turkeys strutting, gobbling and fighting in my yard,

more deer shedding and begging for scraps of hay and chicken feed,

more eagles circling overhead.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To quote the old cowboy crooner Ian Tyson, ” Magpies ganging up everywhere!” It is the anthem of Spring and you can listen to it here:  https://amzn.to/3HHFSLX

 

 

 

 

 

It is great to lay on the porch without freezing my old joints into stiffness, but still good to rest easy at night inside. Mom has seeds started all over now. Tiny green shoots promise tomatoes, peppers and flowers soon.

Who plants a seed beneath the sod, and waits to see – believes in God.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That is a sure sign of a Heeler’s Spring – utter anticipation.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A cowdog Spring is all optimism.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Of course we love St Patrick’s Day, which some Heelers celebrate, even without Collie blood in their veins.

Pretty sure I won’t dress up, but look at the neat outfits for wearin’ of the canine green: https://amzn.to/3Kkf9XH

 

 

 

Yes, plants, sun, grass, new life all spring forth in Heeler Spring.

 

“In the Spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt”

 

 

 

Happy St Patrick’s Day, and Happy Heeler Spring!

Filed Under: Lady's posts Tagged With: Cowdog Spring, Heeler Spring, March, St Patrick's Day

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