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TERESA BURLESON

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Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Cattle Pens

Yesterday for lunch I took a walk on the catwalk above the few cattle pens that are left here in the Fort Worth Stockyards and that are just outside my office. I looked across the area that used to be covered in pens but now is a parking lot. I looked straight down to the alley ways between the pens and saw the old original red bricks, the same ones the streets in the stockyards are made from.
There are a few horses that belong to the hands that work the cattle drive that are kept in the pens. And there is the small herd herd of longhorns that are used in the cattle drive. The cattle drive runs at 11 and 4 each day on Exchange Avenue in front of the Livestock Exchange building.
These old buildings and pens hold a lot of history. The livestock Exchange building is 107 years old and the Northside Coliseum is 102 years old. Even the bricks in the streets are historic!
While I stood on the catwalk yesterday there was a spring-like breeze blowing and I could hear the horses snorting, the birds singing, steers moo-ing and goats from the petting zoo going Baa-baa and the train whistle as it approached the stockyards station. I even heard the clip-clop of a horse and rider go by on the old red bricks below me. And for a moment, I was transported back in time and I could hear the sounds from 100 years ago. Cowboys yelling "git-up" and "yip-yip" to the cattle as they drive them down the alley ways to the Armour and Swift packing plants just up the hill. The conversations of the cattle buyers as they inspect the different pens of cattle. And the train as it brings in new herds to be sold.
But then the wind blew and the cup of tea I had sitting on the rail of the catwalk blew off and I came back to reality. As I made my way down to the old pens to retrieve my cup I thought about all the wooden gates and the bricks and the buildings and I wished they could talk. I wish they could tell me the stories of the things they have seen.
But wait..., maybe they just did. Maybe that moment that I thought was my imagination was really the voices from the past that lie in the wood and bricks. I think I will go back out there today and have my lunch and I will listen. Just listen...
 
Teresa Burleson
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Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Winter

Normally, in Texas we have mild winters. Sometimes it doesn't even get cold enough to kill off all the insects. When spring arrives we have more fleas and grasshoppers than ever! Believe me though when I say, I AM NOT COMPLAINING!
I am very thankful that I don't live in North Dakota. I just don't know if I could tolerate the cold!
Am I a wimp?!
I couldn't go to work today due to the roads and probably not tomorrow. Our groceries are quickly running out. I can deal with that but I can't tolerate the cold. The weather report says it is -3 wind chill.
When you have livestock to tend too it is a different experience in weather like this than for those who live in town.
We only have two horses and 4 goats to take care of!
I can't imagine what my friend Karla goes through. She is a ranch manager and has many, many head of cattle to care for. But Karla is the epitome of cowgirl.
I am a wimp.
We just came in from feeding. It is soooo cold! I got my glove wet when I was breaking ice on the goats water. When I was walking back I got in a snow drift up to my knees. I lost my balance a little and grabbed the pipe fence and my glove stuck to the pipe. I had to rip it off the fence! By the time I got to the house my glove was frozen stiff!
I have no choice. We have to care for the animals. As long as we have animals I will go out in the cold and get frozen hands and feet and a wind chapped face.
However, I may have to move further south!!
I am a wimp!