Dear All: It’s been thirteen years since we’ve had a spring storm like this. We’ve had snow every day for a week and a half. At the maximum we had 18 inches on the deck even after some had melted. Our drought-stricken, parched earth has soaked it all up. None of the drainages are running, which means its going straight down to the roots. Not that we’ve gone totally Native, but many of America’s original peoples believed the buffalo called the snows. And in our case, we think it’s our Pia’s new baby heifer calf who did it. She waited until the height of the storm to come into this world. Maybe so that she could be dropped into a soft landing in eight or ten inches of new fluffy snow? Suffice it to say that we named her Stormy, hopefully because she’s called the moisture, and hopefully broken the drought. We’ve been delighted to watch her antics over the last week. She’s with a small herd of yearling and two-year-old heifers, all of whom she believes were put on earth for her to play with. Running like a shot, she’ll charge them, bucking to a stop when they put their heads down and stomp at her. Having elicited such a response, she leaps in the air, spins, and races off to harass the next buffalo in sight. Pia, of course, thinks the world is back in order. She’s never happier than when she has a calf. So, at least at Red Canyon Ranch, life is good. Now we’re waiting for the next bouncing bundle as the rest of the cows prepare to deliver. If the buffalo have called the storms, we’ll get moisture with each one.