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The Rancher's Kitchen
by Jackie Moranty
copyright 10-01-2001


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
My kitchen is a busy place,
Even if I seldom cook.
It's Martha Stewart's worst nightmare,
She'd run screaming with just one look.

If I had a mudroom,
The kitchen might stay clean,
But this is where the back door is,
And the first room that's usually seen.

It's also closest to the barn,
So when disaster hits,
I run to the kitchen,
To grab the first aid kits.

First aid is a relative term,
Depending on colic or bloat,
Could be unspecified lameness,
Or delirium in a goat.

I have all the vet's numbers,
Taped securely to the phone,
Including home and cells,
In case they aren't near home.

The refridgerator's stocked,
With Bantamine and C&D,
More LA 200,
Than most folks would ever need.

There's Penicillian for livestock,
Amoxicillian for cats,
Clavamox and Cephol,
And Black Leg on the rack.

Dexamethazone, just in case,
And on the microwave,
There's Bute and needles and syringes,
And wormers by the case.

Clavamox in pills,
250's and 125's,
And the same dosage of Cephol,
To keep a sick dog alive.

A tube of enzymes sits beside,
The china on the shelf.
If anyone should move it,
I'd be beside myself.

My fencing tool hangs on the wall,
Next to a crescent wrench.
I keep those pretty close at hand,
Along with a stomach drench.

Compression bandages are in a box,
Sitting on the floor,
With 3 or 4 pairs of boots,
Just inside the kitchen door.

There's a pocket knife in the silverware drawer,
A screwdriver on the counter,
Duct tape, baling wire and a solder gun,
All lined up where I can find 'er.

There's a spotlight and my rifle,
Along with a box of shells,
Ready for the coyotes,
To make their lives pure hell.

It got so that, for a little while,
The vets were calling ME,
When they were out of something,
And were in dire need.

The last time one came by here,
To pick up what he could,
I reached in the fridge to get it,
And he said, "Where's the food?!?"

October, 2001




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10-03-2001 Jackie Moranty    

Farmers and ranchers have come a long way. Now we have so many drugs to handle problems and keep disease away. It's a good thing for us because it keeps us from hauling a cow to town that has prolapsed or a horse with the colic. The bad thing is, most of our houses look like vet clinics! Yes, we'll eat out if you ever make it to Wyoming. With all the stuff piled on it, I doubt we could find the table anyway! Jackie


10-01-2001 Jackie Moranty    

It's probably a real good idea to eat somewhere else. The freezer is full of food, but it takes a long time to cook, it's all frozen. I keep linament, Schreiner's spray, Jack Daniel's, all kinds of home remedies, but there's a fridge full of drugs. Don't tell the FBI. LOL Jackie


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