Windmill Ranch Preserve

The Prettiest Wedding Yet

2008-11-16T15:29:00.000-08:00

We just raised the bar for weddings @ The Windmill. Since we opened in March of 06, we've had maybe 12 to 18 weddings out here. All of them have been pretty. All of them special. All of them perfect (and not so perfect) in their own special way. But the wedding we had out here last Saturday NIGHT for Kendall and Cade was hands down my favorite.
I think it's because they had it at night. The contrast between a jet black ski and tiny, bright twinkle lights always gets me. Plus, there was a chill in the air. It felt like winter and the families did a fantastic job.
Pardon me, but I gotta tell the story in chronological order. Otherwise, I'll get lost. First, all brides get access to WRP Friday @ 12pm before their big day. We do this for chaos control. Things will change. Decorations range from BIG to little. So, we always include plenty of time.
Usually, families want to get here @ sunrise on that Friday. But in this case, I bet the family didn't show up til 5:00pm. In fact, I took a nap waiting for them. But when they arrived, they were ready to go--no messin' around, if ya know what I mean.
We had a fun rehearsal Friday night with an absolutely INCREDIBLE spread prepared by the groom's dad, Tim Owen. I'd still want to know how he bbq'd his shrimp. All had a good time, me too.
By the next morning, it was full steam ahead by 9:00am. Kendall and Cade picked one of our arbors for the ceremony. We already had twinkle lights under each one, but the family added dried mesquite, spray painted white with twill over the altar.. In the daylight, it looked great, by night time... WOW!
The family said 100 would come and 100 came. We all huddled under the portable heaters, but from what I could tell--everything went off without a hitch. At one point, I looked up and said to myself: "I sure hope someone's getting a picture of this." Then at another point, the crowd gasped as a shooting star shot across the pitch black, starry night.
Thanks to Pastor Tommy (Colonial Hills Baptist), he had Kendall and Cade kissin' and I doin' pretty quick. It was pretty cold out there. So, I'm wouldn't say I saw people running for the heat of the pavilion, but put it this way: no one was slowing down to chit chat.
You know a lot of folks wanna have a big sit down meal for their reception. DON'T DO IT! It's a waste of money! We do our "Walking Hors' deourves". It's great. People can roam, visit, and gnosh til their full.
Once we had folks in our big pavilion, the waiters began cruising among the guests. The menu for Saturday started with: Baby New Potatoes stuffed with a cream cheese, bacon, chive mousse. Then, we served stuffed mushrooms with pecorino, romano cheese and finally prime rib or chicken kabobs withe marinated fresh veggies.
Sounds good, eh? Our chef is new. She's worth a million bucks, but don't tell her!
After the big eats, the crowd enjoyed incredible cakes made by the groom's sister, Whiteny Owen. I knew they were good after I tried 'em and then looked up and spotted one of our waiters off in corner stuffing his face like he had only one minute to eat til' he was full.
After that, the fun became a big party. Good music, good dancin' and good times. The families left this morning after a big ranch, continental breakfast and a lot of laughs.
So if you see them around town, you might wish Kendall and Cade Owen congratulations. And if you see the bride's family, Cindy and Jackson Brewster, or the groom's family, Tim and Trussia Owen, give 'em a pat on the back. They're great folks and we're all the better for getting too enjoy a few hours of their lives.
Good people. Good times. Thanks for letting us play along.
Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve
325.573.1200

Concerts, Weddings & Sandwiches

2008-11-11T04:47:00.000-08:00

The three nouns in the title bar have very little in common except that right now I'm eating and sleeping all three, although only one noun is really edible.
Concerts: We just wrapped our last concert in the Live at The Windmill series. The idea when all this began in April was to give indy musicians a fun place to play and bring new acts to the area. The jury's still out on "Live's" success or failure b/c it's hard to make a judgement after only one season. We did have some fantastic acts. If you ever get a chance to see "The Hogg Maulies," "The Kim Townsend Group", "Glitter Rose," "Thomas Champagne," "Ruben V," "The Bruise Brothers," or "Andy McIntyre and the Primal Groove" don't miss 'em. Great stuff.
The shows started on Sunday afternoons in April on our main stage in the north pasture. But due to smaller audiences and extreme summer heat, we moved them to our pool stage and random Saturday nights. More than once I heard guests say while under a full moon and starry skies, "wow, this is great." I just wish more people had been wow'd. And every band said, "incredible." We'll see about next year. The bands are nice, but don't play for free.
Weddings: We've had many fun weddings out here and this upcoming weekend's event should be no exception. Kendall and Cade, November 15th under the arbors. This time it's a night wedding complete with twinkle lights under the arbors, spotlights on the windmill and a reception to rival them all. Many have asked me why I get so wound up for a wedding. My feelings are this: No one goes into a wedding expecting anything but success. So, I perceive this day as their most important day! Literally, it's the first day of their lives. We plan to standby by that motto this weekend even if the weather throws us a cold curve.
Sandwiches: I haven't ever written about much besides the ranch in my blogs, but times; they are a changin'. A new venture about to happen is The Big Apple Deli. It's our sandwich shop/beer & wine bar on the downtown square. We're slated to open December 8th. To say there are a million little details to handle before then is a GIANT understatement.
The Big Apple Deli is completely modeled after The Caterie in Baton Rouge. That's a deli/bar where I worked as a teen. I loved it then. I think I love it now. We'll see. By the way, our motto is: The food's okay, but the restrooms are great! Stop by, you'll see.
Anyway, that's what's going on in my life. None of it is the be all-end all. It's just what I do. So, if you're ever in this area in spring and summer please check to see if we're having a concert. If you're falling in love and want a fun place for a wedding, give me a call. And if your hungry and need a fun bathroom, stop by the deli.
Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve
Snyder, TX
325.573.1200

Pack Rats Ate My Tractor

2008-08-31T06:28:00.000-07:00

Well, that's not exactly true, but it makes for a great title. The real story starts earlier this week.
You see, Dove Season begins tomorrow (Monday, Sept. 1st). So to get ready, I always make sure I track the doves and then shred (using my tractor) areas where the hunters can get under trees or behind sunflowers or around Josie's Tank.
In this case, I wanted to shred around Josie's Tank which always proves a hot spot, watering hole for the birds---at least if it doesn't rain.
It's a big area with thick grass and sparse sunflowers leading down to the water's edge. Years ago, my granddad kept it tidy like a Dallas park. My mom tells stories of the family picnicking under the big trees and my grandmother fishing along the banks. Keep in mind, that was 50 years ago. So now, we're just trying to keep it from growing out of control with a reasonable sense of tidiness.
That's where I come in. Every year before Dove Season, I begin about a week or two out preparing the tank and other areas, using the tractor. Usually, I can just jump on it, turn the key and get to work. Not this time.
This time, I jumped on, turned the key and got NOTHING! No click, no zip, no uga/uga. NOTHING. Hmm, I thought. Actually, I barked something unprintable, for a couple of reasons. One, the problem screwed up my plans and two, I can't fix anything mechanical.
But, I better look under the hood anyway.. right? Maybe it's out of oil or needs diesel. I can do that. But that wasn't the problem. One glance told me immediately what was wrong. There were two, not so subtle clues.
The first clue was the hundreds of mesquite beans under the hood, all packed together like a nest. And the second clue, the real reason it wouldn't start was: whatever made the mesquite bean nest had chewed through a bunch of important looking wiring.
Again, I'm no mechanic but I had to believe two or three pretty colored wires chewed in half had to be a problem.
The rest of the story is, I found someone in town who had the tractor fixed and running w/in 24 hours with some good advice too.
"Put mothballs in a sock and keep 'em in the engine when you're not using it. Rodents and snakes hate the smell," he said.
"What", I asked.
"Yep, it works and plant wild onions around your house--that'll keep 'em out too."
"No kiddin'".
"No kiddin'".
So, the next time pack rats eat your tractor or your worried about rodents/snakes getting into your house--pack mothballs in a sock or plant wild onions.
If nothing else, the smell's not that bad and you can put in the onions in a good stew.
Bill Robertson

Rainy Sundays

2008-08-17T11:48:00.000-07:00

I don't know about you, but give me a rainy Sunday, on any given Sunday. A drizzly, damp, breezy, overcast, comfortable, gray sky, dripping water off gutters kind of Sunday is like chocolate syrup on vanilla ice cream for me. It's pratically perfect in every way.
I don't know how many people I've told this, probably a few, but if I were King--the week in weather would unfold like this. Sundays would be just like today, a little drizzly--nothing severe. Monday's (who likes a Monday) would be mildy violent. Nothing dangerous or harmful, just a touch of 'EDGE' in the air, some thunder, a strong breeze. Tuesday's would calm down, but still be overcast with persistent, if not consistent drizzle. By Wednesday, it's cool. The morning's kind of hazy, maybe a touch of rain. But by Thursday morning, the skies begin to clear. And by Thursday noon through Saturday night... all's good.
Crazy, I know but it's days like today that have me enjoying the plain, old good stuff. Here I sit, writing this blog. There's nothing special about it. I could be in NYC. Still, the rain (drizzle) delivers a calmness, a quietness (except for a loud Bob White Quail).
It's really a time out here @ the ranch to just rusticate, enjoy what's in front of me or you. I think it's what I dreamed about when I escaped from the corporate world. I thought, I'll live on a ranch, everything will go @ a 'ranch pace.'
Well, the truth is; yes, everything goes @ a 'ranch pace', but if you expect to make a living--you better not sit down too long. The rain/drizzle gives me an excuse to sit down. It gives me a reason to put all those 'important projects' on hold. Sure, it'll put me behind. But at the time, it gives me a reason to remember... to remember the whole reason why I wanted to escape Corporate America and live the 'cowboy lifestyle.'
So if you get a weekend, c'mon out. I can't promise it'll rain. But if it does, the wonderful quietness is like a Christmas bonus. That is, you hoped for it, but didn't plan on it. And now that you have it, enjoy it til' it runs out.
Thanks
Bill

What Are Your Hobbies? Honestly.

2008-08-13T16:06:00.000-07:00

Our local newspaper has this great section at the bottom of its front page called "Meet Your Neighbor." Each day, they profile a local person, tell where they're from, announce their hobbies and more.

I often wondered if I'd honestly answer the 'hobby question.' The truth is my hobbies are; playing golf, drinking beer, smoking cigarettes and watching TV.. not necessarilly in that order, but true.

The question is, how would I answer if asked. I dunno. The point is, a 1,000 acre ranch is a great place to practice just about any shot in golf.

Before I write more, you gotta know the 'back-story.' I once played golf like most people eat. That is, if I wasn't playing, I was practicing @ the golf course, if I wasn't practicing @ the golf course, I was practicing with wiffle balls in a vacant lot, if I wasn't playing or practicing-I was watching the Golf Channel. And if I wasn't doing any of the above, I was probably watching a golf themed movie. I know "Happy Gilmore" and "Tincup" from start to finish. Got it?! I played a lot of golf. Too much golf.

I do not recommend the above scenario. In fact, I gave up the game except for the occasional nine holes. The truth is, the few times I've played in the recent past, I've put away just about all golf 'things', like gloves, fancy shoes, expensive balls, any 'golf gear.' Now when I play, I don't keep score, I wear flip flops, my glove(s) stays in the bag and the balls are the cheapest things I can find @ WalMart.

Now to the point. The Windmill Ranch is approximately 1,000 acres. I played golf recently. So, I caught a touch of the 'hit it straight and far bug.' I figured this afternoon---what the heck. Go hit a few balls.

If you've ever played golf, you know. The point is hit the ball to a target. Know your distance. Know your swing. And you know; the first thing you lose if you don't play is your 'touch.' Suffice it say, I've lost my touch.

Here's the picture. I have a pretty, bermuda grass area that runs from our pool (foreshadowing) to our flag pole and some big life like metal horses (more foreshadowing). Within the last two hours, I grabbed four (cheap) balls out of my bag and my 60-degree (if you don't know, you don't play).

I started with my back to the pool, aiming west toward the flag pole, about 75 yds. The first shot flew pretty true--off target by 5 feet short and three feet left, a make-able two putt. The second shot, not so good. The third shot was even better than first.

Next, I stepped off the shots to measure distance and accuracy. Then, I re-loaded by the flag pole.
Long story short, the next few 'back and forths' went okay. I didn't break any windows, thank goodness. Then shooting back toward the pool, the swing felt good, but a non-existent divot told the story. I hit a big flier. It sailed high and pretty with a slight draw, but disappeared.

If you're thinking it went in the pool, you're right. No worries. I'm down to two balls. So, I continue the back and forth. Things are going okay. Then, bloop! Another ball in the drink. So now, I'm down to one ball & facing west toward the flag pole and the metal horses.. remember them.

My worst enemy in golf has always been my head, too may swing thoughts. Here I am. I'm lined up with perfect aim to the flag pole. It's 75 yards, approximately a half swing. I remember an old GOLF CHANNEL line: say "Cindy" on your backswing and "Crawford" on your follow through for balance.

So why not. I mumbled "Cindy/Crawford" and klank. The only ball I have squirts right, tail hooks left and dives. It dives straight into one of the three metal horses. That''d be okay, but metal richotes. The ball hit horse #1 with a CLANG, bounced high and right. Then, it powdered the middle horse in the right ear.

So, if you'r visiting-don't look @ horse #2's ears, they don't match. Suffice it to say, I collected my lone ball, spotted the two others in the pool and fired up a cigarette.

So I guess if the newspaper ever comes to me for their "Meet Your Neighbor" piece, I'll probably say one of my hobbies is golf, but add 'FORE!" (and, "you gotta a lighter?)

You?

Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve
325.573.1200

Crawfish, Floods & Frenchmen

2008-07-13T06:53:00.000-07:00

Did you hear the one about the boiled crawfish, the flood and the three Frenchmen. I'm not sure there are too many sentences that any of us can say; 'that's the first time I ever heard that.' But for me, this is a first.
I haven't written a blog since November. I guess it's because nothing's really 'wow'd' me. Or maybe, it's because business is good and time's short. Then again, maybe it's because I forgot my password til' this morning. Whatever the reason--I'm coming off a very unusual 24 hours.
It all started around 2pm yesterday when my youngest son, Joe, and I began our last full Saturday of his summer visit @ the ranch.
We swam, goofed off, did the normal silly saturday stuff. Then as luck would have it, a friend of mine who owns an eatery in Union was holding his First Annual Crawfish Fest. So here's where the unusualness of this day begins.
First of all, to get crawfish in west Texas is like getting $3.50 gas these days. It's just not gonna happen unless it's something special or you've won a prize. So, we weren't gonna pass up the chance.
Long story short, the mud-bugs were great. Joe almost ate his weight. All in all, not so weird of a start to the day, but the unusualness is growing, festering you might say.
From crawfish, we planned the rest of our day like this; Go to grocery store, get a big dinner, cookout back at the ranch, shoot, swim. Then, I made the fateful wish.
I did it last year and should have learned my lesson, but I didn't. I said, "Joe, I wish we could have a lil' rain so we could sit inside, watch movies, eat a ton and just relax." The morale is, be careful what you wish for.
No sooner did I make my wish than clouds, big black, thick clouds began to build in the west. Then almost immediately, the rain came and came and came. Then, Zzzzt. The power went out.
Okay at this point, you have choices at the ranch. Wait. Wait. Wait. Or, go up on a hill call the electric company and wait. I chose to call and wait and that's when the most unusual part of the day began.
As I'm getting off the phone, I see a bluish SUV pulling down the ranch drive. I don't think much about it because I'm actually expecting a few friends out to visit. As Gomer Pyle would say, "Surprise, surprise, surprise."
It turns out, the SUV carried three Frenchmen, guys from France: the country. They're artists traveling the USA trying to sell their work. They'd heard about Windmill online and thought it'd make a nice place to stop on their way to Santa Fe.
I mean, what do you do when the electricity's out and there are three Frenchmen standing in the pouring rain in your parking lot? What could I do? Joe & I said, c'mon in!
So here it is, getting dark, no electricty, raining, lightning, windy. Who could expect a first in a lifetime experience like this? So, we ate chips, peanuts and leftover crawfish on our rainy front porch.
They were Fabian, Jean-Baptiste and Benjamin. They started in Miami. They'll wrap up their road-trip in Los Angeles @ the end of the month. One's a painter, one's a sculptor and the other's a photographer. All in all, they love the USA but miss French coffee.
I didn't get to see much of their work, except from the photographer, Benjamin, because he carried his digital camera. Turns out, he has a thing for fire hydrants. He's taking pictures of hydrants in every city he's visited because as he says, "they're all different." And you know what, he's right.
The three Frenchmen on a road trip just left the ranch bound for Santa Fe via Lubbock, Muleshoe, Clovis and beyond.
Now, the ranch is quiet. More rain looks like it's headed this way. About the only way to beat the unusualness of yesterday is if, three Germans show up, it starts to snow and we put shrimp on the barbie.
Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve
325.573.1200

The Eatin' Kvetons

2007-11-11T16:42:00.000-08:00

I just met the most remarkable family!
We've hosted family reuions before, all good. But "The Eatin' Kvetons" broke the mold. I genuinely don't know where to start. First of all, they were the most diversified group I've ever hosted. Secondly and most importantly, they are definitely the most loving group I've ever had the priviledge to meet.
Dad is John. Mom is Jean. He's Czech. She's German. They live in Abernathy. They're tremendously extended family ranges from Lubbock to Austin to Dallas to Weatherford to Hobbs, NM.
Seriously, I don't know where to start. This is a case of meeting people who are so much bigger and better than myself.
John's a cotton farmer. Jean's the mom who runs the show. John and Jean put 22 kids, both biological and foster, through college. Now, those kids are doctors, nurses, cotton experts, deep sea divers, big wigs with McDonalds, and more.
Really, there's not enough room in cyberspace to detail the many epiphanies I had this weekend, but let me try.
Mr. John and Ms. Jean already had a big family on the farm. They began taking in kids probably back in the 70s. I think Barbara was the first. She makes GREAT fudge. Then came many, many others.
There's May, who escaped from Vietnam. And then May's mother. There's Tahn, who's May's son. There's Gary who dated a daughter, but when that failed he still belongs to the family.
There's Danny who's married to Julia (great cook). There's Ann and Scott (scott says she's his angel). There's Sandra (who's dived all over the world). There's also Hon do who served as a Lt. in the South Vietnamese army and now directs McDonalds restaurants from Snyder to Lubbock and beyond. Then there are all the kids, who offered so many times to help clean, do the dishes, anything.
The names are too many and almost don't matter when you consider how they are. I say before I've had family reunions because I want to put things into perspective.
At other times, groups had fun and enjoyed themselves. But in this case, the tremendous amount of love was overwhelming. They were grown children jumping into each others arms. Laughing around a bonfire @ 7am. Grown children walking around in their robes before sunrise. Women saying, "I didn't bring air freshner and I'm sharing a tent with three men."
The absolute best was Mr. John and Mrs. Jean. Mr John and I had a wonderful talk about his kids while washing dishes. And Ms. Jean hugged me this morning and told me that I was an honorary "Eatin' Kveton". I genuinely am so honored.
Make no mistake. I have a great family. But, it's a wonderful pleasure to be accepted by such a great group of people.
this has been a great weekend. Thank you Kveton family. I wish I had more time and space. I'll remember all of you for a long, long, time. You are wonderful. I think I got more out of this weekend than you did and I don't just mean the wonderful food.
You've heard that the acorn doesn't fall far from the tree. Suffice it say, Mr. John and Ms. Jean are wonderful oaks and their many kids are all part of the same wonderfully, peaceful forest.
This has been the type of weekend that makes me wonder, what would the Kvetons do. If you meet any of them, you'll say the same thing.
Thank you.
Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve
325.573.1200

Good Thing I Like Hats

2007-09-28T16:07:00.000-07:00

It's a good thing that I like hats b/c I'm wearing a lot of 'em these days. You know the old expression, "So in So wears a lot hats." I guess it means they can do or must do a lot of different chores.
Well if there's one thing I've learned on the ranch, it's this: I better know how to do something. Granted, some have told me (recently) my work's not perfect or even half-a*%, but I still gotta do it.
So far, I've been a plumber, an electrician, a carpenter, a gardner, a bricklayer, rock layer, flower planter, pool boy, vineyard digger, horse feeder, cook, bartender, painter, hunt guide, host, waiter, dishwasher, DJ, gravel mover, mower, fountain unplugger, designer, light bulb replacer, flag hanger, sign maker, and more.
My latest feat is flower arranger. Up until now, someone's always been out here to handle the various flowers we place on tables, in guests' rooms and just around the place. But tonight, I got my first lesson in flower arranging and it's much harder than it looks.
For example, how in the world are you supposed to know what to cut off and how much to cut off so the flower sits in the vase like it's supposed to? Also, what goes with what? Can you mix sunflowers with lavender? Apparently, not! What about combining grasses with sunflowers? Maybe.
My point is; there are lots of jobs out here I'd rather hire out to someone better equipped or definitely more creative, but you gotta do what you gotta do.
So if you see a flower arrangement and think, 'oh, that's not perfect or even half-a*%--blame it on me. I'm a much better plumber than I am a flower arranger.
Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve
325.573.1200

Two things you can't fix

2007-09-26T15:15:00.000-07:00

I just got back from the hardware store with either a new saying or a great piece of advice. I'm not sure which.
What you need to know first is, this is a place that I go everyday. In fact, I'm there so often that when I leave--they don't say "have a nice day" or "thanks for your business" or even "come back!"
I'm @ this store so often that they say, "see ya in about an hour." It's true. I counted one day that I went to this particular store 11 times. That's ELEVEN! The good news is; now I'm down to two or three times a day. The truth is, I can rate my day on how frequently or rarely I go to the hardware store. A great day is once. A miracle is zero.
The place is called "Southern Electric". It's a family owned place. I'm in there so often that not only do I know the men who work behind the counter by their first names. I know their wives first names and most of their children. But if you're ever in Snyder and need anything from a lightbulb to lumber, this is your place. These guys know their stuff and that leads me to either the good advice or new saying I got on my last visit.
I was buying wasp spray and just happend to ask, 'do any of you know a good plaster man?' To that, Richard said, "oh you can do it." I think Johnny said, "it's not that hard." But it was Wally, who's son is Corbin, who cracked his shoulder in football practice yesterday who said, "Bill, there are only two things you can't fix."
I asked, "What are those Wally?" He said, "you can't weld shut the crack of dawn and you can't mend a broken heart."
Good advice or great saying? You be the judge.
Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve
325.573.1200

The Gospel & Dove Season

2007-09-23T07:33:00.000-07:00

I wonder if there's a way to combine The Gospel & Dove season? I ask because here it Sunday morning. I'm reading some scripture @ a picnic table between shotgun blasts and falling BBs.
Seriously! I was reading scripture about truth, understanding, peace, faith, foregiveness amidst, BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
I know I'm getting fulfilled & whoever's blasting away is apparently having a terrific hunt. If nothing else, they're getting to pull the trigger a lot, a whole lot. And, that's half the fun of hunting---just busting a bunch of caps.
Meantime, all my dogs are running for cover. These are the same dogs that bark like a house on fire when vehicles pull into the ranch. But let them hear a gun or in Lola's case see a gun and they run away like the Knights did in "Monty Python & the Holy Grail."
I guess what inspired me to write this blog is, the incredible differences out here. I mean; here I sat, as peaceful as I could possibly imagine and then BLAM! I think the thing that made me smile was, the sound of shotguns didn't make me flinch @ all, even at my most sedentary.
Maybe that's my point, I can/you can (if you give yourself enough time) get completely lost out here. Other stuff can begin to happen around you, but not affect your 'me time.'
I wonder if a fella could read and shoot @ the same time. In my case, I'm such a bad shot it wouldn't hurt.
The Gospel & Dove season. I bet it'd word. The prayer would probably go something like, "Dear Lord; if it's your will let us get off lots of shots without hitting the other guy. Amen."
Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve

The Year of the Cricket

2007-09-10T17:30:00.000-07:00

The Chinese have the year of everything, the lion, the tiger, the bear... oh my! Here in Scurry County we're having the year of the cricket.
As a former TV newsguy, this is a great story. It has video, natural sound and the wonderful "X" factor.
Think of the promos, "Coming up tonight at 10:00, the streets are moving with bugs in one local town." Or how 'bout this, "there are so many bugs in one local community--it looks likes the sidewalks are moving. we'll show you the video at 10:00"? Or better yet, "if bugs make your skin crawl, whatever you do--don't watch our video tonight at 10:00".
It really is amazing. In fact, I'm tempted to call the local TV stations--but knowing my luck they'd think I was nuts.
Still, I want to know why.. why so many, why are they here, why do they creep around, what do the eat, are they a health hazard, how do I get rid of them, can I use them for something besides bait.
So with that said, I looked up a few details online. Here's what I found:

The cricket (Acheta assimilis) is one member of the Orthopterans, along with the grasshopper and katydid.

Crickets are said to foretell good luck.

While crickets have wings, the majority of them do not fly.

A cricket usually lives less than one year

They sing to call in mates, and to warn other males that they have entered the territory of another male

An added benefit of their chirping to us, as colder weather arrives, is to listen to how many chirps they emit each minute. By dividing this count by 4, and adding the number 40, you will arrive at the approximate Fahrenheit temperature outside.

See what I mean. It's not hard to find out info and it's kinda fun too. Still, I wonder why we're swamped with them in Scurry County.

Oh well, come visit. Catch some crickets and go fishing! If nothing else, you can go home and tell your friends, "I caught a fish thisssssssssssssssssssssss big."

I gotta go and kills bugs. I don't fish.

Bill Robertson

Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve

325.573.1200

Daniel Update

2007-09-10T16:27:00.000-07:00

I just got an update on my friend Daniel. If this is your first time to read my blogs, please check out my other blog "Prayers for Daniel."
I found out doctors performed their second major surgery on Daniel today. By all accounts, it went okay, but Daniel may need another operation.
I'm certain your prayers guided the doctors hands this afternoon. I humbly ask you to keep Daniel and his family in your thoughts and prayers.
Daniel is Daniel Jones. He's a patient at Cinncinati Childrens' Hospital. His mom and dad are Karen and Tommy. His little brother, who's probably the most coachable kid in any sport, is Gatlin.
Thank you
Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve
325.573.1200

Prayers for Daniel

2007-09-06T17:38:00.000-07:00

Hi everybody. So many times I write about daily events out here on the ranch or around Snyder. But this time, I'm compelled to ask for a favor and tell you a story. Some of it's very sad. Some of it is inspirational. Some of it is funny. All of it is on GOD'S hands and that's where you're needed.
I want to tell you about a wonderful young man named Daniel. I met him a few years ago at the baseball fields in Franklin, TN. He came up to me with this wonderful, contagious smile. Quickly, I realized this is a boy worth knowing. He's the type of fella that makes you realize he's the real deal. He's what life's about. He's the kind of boy who made me realize; I'm a better person for knowing you.
You see, Daniel is ill now. He's in a Cincy hospital going through some very serious surgery. He's been up there for a long time. I don't feel comfortable sharing details because I know his wonderful parents and respect their privacy. In fact, I've told my boys if you ever want a good example of being a man, be like Mr. Tommy (Daniel's dad). Suffice it to say, it breaks my heart to see this young man possibly scared, possibly worried, missing his buddies, possibly not laughing.
I mean I cannot explain the wonderful impact Daniel has on EVERYONE. He's the type of boy we all ask about. His parents are the type who've constantly integrated Daniel into everything they do.
The best story I've heard is this.. Tommy, Daniel and his little brother Gatlin love to hunt. Tommy tells about the days of changing their diapers in a duck blind. It's wonderful stuff.
Now my friend, Daniel, needs our prayers. His mom and dad are the best. Daniel's already gone through one very time consuming, serious operation in Cincy, but it didn't work. Now, he's waiting for another. It's pretty serious too.
Recently, the parents called Gatlin (the little brother) to give a very complete update. They worried over their decision. They grieved over their actions. They had to tell Gatlin that the first operation didn't work as hoped. Now, they had to wait and Daniel must endure even more.
According to the story I heard, there was a long pause in the conversation. Then Gat said, "can I ask you an important question"? His mom said, "sure." He then asked, "do you have to pay for that first surgery since it didn't work"?
I almost wet my pants when I read the emailed update to me. I hope you find a young child's reaction funny, a young boy's situation worth your thoughts and a family's need worthy of your prayers.
The young boy is Daniel Jones. He's currently at the Cinncinati Children's Hospital. His mom and dad are Karen and Tommy. And his little, wonderful brother is Gatlin.
They're all my friends. I'm a better person for knowing them. Please, keep them in your hearts and prayers.
Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve

People Put in your Path

2007-09-04T14:43:00.000-07:00

One of the definite highlights about living in a small town is if you want, you can stop at any point and have a wonderful conversation while the world keeps spinning.
At first read you might think, who can't? In that case let me ask you; can you stop right now and strike up a conversation with an old friend, a clerk at the store, a friend of a friend, a relative? In my previous life, I felt I couldn't and I definitely didn't. In fact, my ex-wife told me her friends didn't like getting me on the phone. Can't really blame 'em. I loathed talking on the phone. The truth is, I still do many times. However, I think I'm getting better.
The whole point of this blog is I just had the most pleasant conversation with a woman friend of my mom's, who every time I see her or speak to her I smile. She's just that kind of gal. She can take a joke, give one too. Still, she always strikes me as genuinely interested.
Her name is Carol. She called asking for my mom's new cell number b/c she wanted to check on an old friend taking a cruise in the path of a hurricane. It turns out that we covered everything from dove season to my children. She told me jokes, laughed, gave advice, listened and more. I gotta say that everyday (if I'll slow down and let it) the little things overwelm me out here in little Snyder, TX.
Do you know someone like Carol? Do you feel you're too overwelmed to stop and chat, too busy to listen, too flumaxed to tell the truth about the way you feel? My experience albeit very, very, very recent and extremely limited is; people (maybe things) are put in your path at a certain time for a reason. I'm just now realizing that if I shut up, slow down, realize that I'm not curing cancer and just pay attention to the people like Carol put in my path--it can make my day.
I don't know if you have someone like Carol in your path, but I'm glad she called today.
Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve
325.573.1200

Rolling Thunder

2007-09-03T14:10:00.000-07:00

I'm getting a tatoo and a Harley! My kids went to a fish fry in Tennessee. I went to a biker bar/restaurant to hear some great live music and enjoy brisket and watermelon.
In a previous blog (long, long ago), I wrote about a great live music joint called Jesse Jane's. It's still there in Justiceburg (25 minutes from the ranch). Now, there's a new place to go on the weekends in Fluvanna, also about 25 minutes from the ranch.
It's called Rolling Thunder. It's a local businessman's personal property compound. In fact, I found out my grand dad built the main house many years ago. Max, Gail and I ventured up there yesterday for the grand opening.
And I gotta tell you, it's great. They have outdoor seating, the birds are flying over head, good food and lots of bikers. That's where I got my inspiration. In fact, I even got some pearls of HOG WISDOM from a fella wearing lots of leather with a patch that read, "Loud Pipes Save Lives."
The bottom line is, I should get a Sportser. I'm not exactly sure what that is, but I got the impression it's the smallest Harley. I think my biker buddy recommended the Sportster b/c I asked how much different is than riding my Honda 100 dirt bike.
Seriously though, Rolling Thunder is a great new place in the desert with a good crowd. The band we heard was Lawless Flatz. If you get the chance, go see them.
As for the tatoo, I think I'll get one that says "Mother".
Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve
325.573.1200

Dove Season, Opening Day

2007-09-02T14:19:00.000-07:00

Well, opening day of the 2007 Dove Season's in the books. Although our groups didn't get a lot birds this year, I think a good time was had by all.
I don't know why the birds weren't/aren't flying this year like last. It's probably got a lot to do with our tremendously wet spring and summer. Unlike last year when were the only place in the county with standing water, there's water practically everywhere this year.
Another problem might be that we had a small cold front move through the area on Friday, one day before dove season. The birds are migratory and they definitely move with the weather.
But like I said, a good time was had by all. We had two groups. Number one included a dad from Houston and his son along with some buddies from Texas Tech. Group number two included a pilot from Midland along with his dad and buddies from Nacogdoches. Group number one stayed for just the day. Group number two made a package out of it with an overnight stay that included an evening and morning hunt.
This year for variety and really just for the heck of it, Max and I set up a comfort station near "Josie's Tank". We grilled peppers and served bruschetta with cold drinks, all under a giant mesquite tree. The hunters from both groups could come and go, get a snack, enjoy a cool drink and keep moving. It was fun.
It's a kick thinking up lil' extras. Let's face it, this is dove country. It's not expensive and just about every property owner opens up their land on opening day. So, our goal was to make it a lil' different, a lil' more than just a hunt. I think it worked. I had fun. Also, I must give thanks to Brody, Sabrina and Tabitha for their kind help on a hot afternoon.
Who knows what we'll do next year. I think I'd like to get a bunch of fresh oysters and Dixie beer for a New Orleans style fete' under that big mesquite.
Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve.

The Eve of Dove Season

2007-08-31T14:18:00.000-07:00

It's the eve of dove season and I think we're ready. We have a trio of day hunters coming tonmorrow and as many as either other overnight hunters.
So far, we've groomed "Josie's tank" and a well sight. Based on last year's flight patterns, these are 'magnet' areas for the birds.
This year, we're going to do something a little different. It's a surprise. We're going to park a grill under a big oak tree, cook treats, provide cold drinks with golf cart service to the hunters. Don't tell 'em. It's a surprise.
Right now, we have plenty of birds, but who knows what will happen tomorrow. Still, we plan a big day. I'll keep you posted.
Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve
325.573.1200

Lola and Mule

2007-08-31T14:07:00.000-07:00

I've always heard that men are visual ( I am ) and women are something else, but definitely not visual.
Apparently this belief system, whether innate, primal, or whatever carries over into the dog world.
You see, my beautiful yellow lab named Lola has a boyfriend and he's ugly. In fact, he's so ugly we call him Mule. We call him that because his ears are tremendously out of sync with the rest of his body.
Mule's obviously a mongrel. There's nothing wrong with that. But he's plain ole, ugly. As I heard someone around here describe him, "he's as ugly as a mud fence." I have no idea what equals a mud fence, but if it looks anything like Mule then it's not pretty.
To aggravate the situation, I don't need or want anymore animals out here. First, I had Lola and Curly (the black cocker spaniel). Then somehow, I inherited my mothers aging and mean schnauzer, Griffin. Actually, he was mean until he got run over by a truck on opening day of dove season last year. Now, he's actually kind of nice. I guess he's just happy to be alive. Still, he stinks. And, he's ALWAYS hungry.
But back to Lola and Mule. If they were people, it'd be like the high school ugly boy hookin' up with the prom queen. You gotta believe he's saying to himself, 'bite me, sniff me.. this is too good to be true.'
I don't really mind him. He's kind of a nice, ugly dog. What I think I'm going to mind, is a litter of ugly puppies. We've all decided that if the puppies have big ears like Mule, we'll name 'em jackass 1,2,3,4,5,.....
Come on out. See Mule. He's nice enough. But I bet you buck; you'll think he's ugly too.
Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve
325.573.1200

Back @ the Ranch

2007-08-30T16:15:00.000-07:00

Hi everyone! I'm back at the ranch after a whirlwind trip to Tennessee to see my kids, Jack, Joe and Georgia. Jeff, my oldest, is in Europe visiting his dad and going to school in Paris. That's Paris FRANCE.. Not Paris, Texas.

Anyway, it's funny, weird, sad and pathetic what you take for granted.
Over the summer, Jack and Joe came to visit and worked like Turks. I'm not exactly sure what that means, but my mother uses that expression all the time. It sounds tough and the boys are tough.

I mean, I unintentionally worked 'em hard. And we got so much done. The vineyard is theirs. The coyote fence around the pool is theirs. The new flys on Tent #2&3 are theirs. Much of the landscape is theirs. It's incredible to realize what you have until you don't have it.

I bet by now you're saying, "why don't you have it." Well, if you don't know the story. I'm divorced. This is my first year without my children.

They came to visit and I worked them like TURKS. Again, I don't know what that means, but it sounds good.
Anyway, they're not here and I miss them. I don't miss them because they worked like TURKS, who knows what that means. I miss them because I miss them.

I just talked to Jack who's at a football game. Then, I talked to their mother, who's at Joe's game. I wish I were there.

I'm not, but I can still brag on my boys. They're tall, strong, beautiful, nice, kind, sweet, hard-working and more. This place, the ranch, wouldn't look like it does now without their help. I wish I had them everday.
This summer, we played, we worked, we shot, we swam, we rode, we did everything. It's odd, but you never know when something could be for the last time.

I remember Jack and Joe digging the holes for the vineyard. It looks FANTASTIC now. But then, it was a bunch of sticks.
I remember them putting up the coyote fence around the pool and not saying 'way to go fellas!' Geez, if i'd only stopped to say thanks.

I miss my boys and my daughter. They're super kids. I don't think I told them. I'm not sure it helps to tell you, but it can't hurt.

The bottom line is, you never know when it's going to be the last time-the last time to say hello, thank you, I love you, good job, wake-up, go to bed, kiss good night, can I help with homework, you look nice, what were you thinking, no you can't do that, yes I'll pick you up, I'm sorry but no, who's your girlfriend, want a ride to school, how 'bout lunch, etc.

The thing around the ranch is, there's plenty of time and lots of space to think about things. There's plenty of room to take stock in what's important. There's plenty of solitude to change the future.
Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch preserve
325.573.1200

The Bobcat

2007-08-21T06:22:00.000-07:00

I just got back from taking my daily, early morning walk. This time, I got as close as I'll probably ever get to one of the ranch bobcats.

I've seen them before, but usually from my truck window. They're harmless, but fascinating to see in their natural habitat.

This morning, I was walking south along our main road and spotted a dark clump in the middle. Lots of times shadows play tricks and what looks like something interesting is nothing more than a pothole or log in the road.

But this time, the shadow didn't change as I got closer. In fact, it got more detailed. At first, I thought; 'how'd that big stick with a head get on main street?" Then, I thought, "how come that big stick's head just turned to the right"? Then, I thought, "sticks don't move!" Then, the stick stood up and stared at me.

By this time, I'm about 75-yard away from the cat. He (or she) didn't move. I didn't move. Lola (the yellow lab) didn't have a clue. She was chasing rabbits in the pasture. So, I slowly (very slowly) began walking toward the cat. Granted, I'm saying to myself; "wild animal, I only have a coffee mug to defend myself and I haven't run since the 1980s."

But after a few steps, the bobcat sort of 'ambled' off, out of the road & out of sight. I thought that was great fun to see, but the end of it. Until.... Lola caught the cat's scent. When she did, she dashed straight into the high grass. It didn't take long for the cat to make a run for it. The bobcat began hopping and jumping over grass, logs, anything it's path. Lola did the same. For about 15 seconds, I felt like Marlin Perkins in "Wild Kingdom." Remember that show? "I'll stay safely in the distance as Jim (Lola) gives chase to the wild animal."

Anyway, Lola and I are both safe @ the pavilion. She's dozing on the porch. I'm sipping coffee and writing this blog.
Come on out. See what you can see in its natural habitat.

Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve
325.573.1200

Exercising with Max

2007-08-21T06:08:00.000-07:00

Good morning! I've started exercising with Max. Actually, a better lead sentence would be; Coffee, tea, guns and walking with Max. Remember, he's the guy who knows nothing about plumbing?

We started walking because his doctor said he needed exercise. So now, we meet up @ the ranch @ 7:30 most weekday mornings and hit the trails/roads. Believe me, we are a far cry, a very far cry, from those walkers who walk heal/toe, heal/toe and move their elbows like they're making a made dash for the potty. We're even a pretty far cry from the mall walkers.

So far, our method is all west Texas. Max carries a BIG jug of "mo" tea. I'm not sure what "mo" means, but he's been saying that ever since I met him. He also carries a pretty big pistol, or as he calls it his "shooter". He's yet to pull the trigger, but we're armed in case of attack. I carry a big mug of hot coffee.

As of this writing, we don't have a course. We don't even know how far we walk. We head north some days, south others. We walk, talk. Max stops to blow his nose. Every now and again, we pause to check out fresh tracks. Just yesterday, we stopped to investigate a "serpent" track. By the way, a serpent is "Max talk" for a snake. We never saw the snake. In fact, we've seen very few snakes.

So, I'm not sure you could classify what Max and I do as exercising. It's more like taking a relaxing, early morning walk to wakeup, plan the day, check out the flora and fauna and just enjoy the quiet of the ranch. But, we're armed with a "shooter" loaded with "bull-yets" just in case.

Come on out. I'll make you a mug of "mo" tea or a cup of coffee if you'd like to take a walk. I can't give you a gun. But truthfully, I don't think you'll need it.

Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve
325.573.1200

A Quiet Sunday Morning

2007-08-12T07:34:00.000-07:00

I guess there are other places that are more quiet on a Sunday morning, but I don't think I've ever been there. Keep in mind, I can't remember what I had for supper last night.

It really is uncanny. I awoke this morning around 7:00, late for me. And for some reason, I decided to make some coffee and read vs get straight to work. I gotta tell you; it's been the most relaxing, satisfying, enlightening couple hours in a long time.

Here I sat in a big, overstuffed leather chair, my feet up on a stool, reading, drinking coffee, watching birds, giant sunflowers, listening the rustling breeze. Heck, I even wrote a real letter.

I don't know why I felt complelled to write this, except, it's been a long time since I've felt able to just 'chill out.' I guess I'd forgotten that that is what the Windmill Ranch is all about... Chillin' out, reflecting, stopping for a moment to enjoy what was created long, long before I got here and what I've been able to add to it.

My family and I envisioned our ranch as a place to share. We always intended for expected and unexpected guests to drop in for a brief or not so brief stay. I guess I had forgotten how little time it takes to simply enjoy what's given.

Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve

It's been a long time

2007-08-04T04:02:00.000-07:00

It sure has been a long time since I last blogged. I guess that's the verb when writing a blog. Anyway, it's been a long time since I sat down to write about life on the ranch. A lot's happened.

I'm not exactly sure where to begin. I think since my last entry "Billy the Attack Goat," I've worked harder, had more more experiences, more rain, more blood, sweat and tears and more business. It's been kinda like rush hour in a big city. You know: stop-start! Stop-start! GO! GO! GO! But believe me, it's a good problem to have. Business is great. You gotta come see the place.

Here are some of the new things in a very random order: Our 'tank' pool's done. It's the old concrete tank that my dad built in 1955. We sealed it, filled it and built a great deck around it. The biggest problem was, how to get out of it. Seriously. We spent weeks getting in and out by jumping up, grabbing hold and swinging our legs over the edge. Well obviously, that got old real fast. So, we added easy access steps and even two sitting ledges. Now, it's all good. The only problem is one little mesquite tree that thinks it's a massive oak and drops leaves in the water 24/7.

We've also added some great arbors. Terry and Linda Huestis built them for us. You may not know Terry and Linda, but everything that they build is perfect. Tammy Stocker, who has a wonderfully creative green thumb came up with idea and most others that involve anything colorful and we have a ton of color this year. These arbors are topped with cedar staves for shade and we added various grape vines and flowering vines for color. The sight is a perfect backdrop for weddings.

Speaking of grapes, we also added our demonstration vineyard. Although right now, it looks more like Arlington Nat'l Cemetery. The grapes are cabernet savignon from Italy via Demming, New Mexico. My boys (Jack and Joe) and I drove earlier this summer, picked 'em up and drove back within 36 hours. By the way, we spent a night in Cloudcroft, NM. GREAT TOWN! Anyway, the boys with a lot of help from Paul, our foreman, and my nephew Zachary (from Baton Rouge) planted approximately 125 plants. Now, those vines are growing within sky blue sleeves that protect them from the rabbits and critters. Give us a few years and look for our label.

If all that's not enough, we also added a giant flower garden and vegetable plot. The truth is Tammy planted the flowers that look great. I planted the garden that's not exactly what I hoped for. Don't get me wrong. It looks great, but I'm definitely no Mr. Green Jeans when it comes to veggies, but the flowers are truly wonderful. In fact next year, I may say goodbye vegetables--hello flowers. Let's face it, our local grocery store has a pretty good selection at a good price and none of the frustration. Plus, we use the flowers everyday, in everyway. Every room, bathroom, table, porch, and tent gets fresh flowers. I have no idea what kind of flowers they are, but they are very nice. As for the vegetables, let's just say I must be doing something wrong.

What else have we done? Hmmm. Oh yeah! We're in the process of adding a dance floor and stage for live music events. In fact, our first project's later this month. The stage is so nice (built by Terry and Linday Huestis) that the band's leader showed up one day to investigate. He said, "I'm used to balancing on rickety cotton trailers. This is the best." Anyway, the idea is; live music and dancing under the stars.

There's also our fountain and goldfish pond. Our I should say our fountain. I bought 22 goldfish the other day. They're all gone. I think Lola (the yellow lab) ate them. The pond's really her place to jump in and cool off after chasing rabbits all day. We grew tired of it looking, well like a dog pond. So, we dug a trench, added an electrical fountain, filled it with water, put in some water lillies, added some goldfish (now eaten), some rock and called it good. It's just nice to hear the water sounds.

I guess that's all the big stuff. It sure has been a lot of work, but I gotta admit--the place looks great. Add to that, we've had more rain than anyone can remember. So, everything's green and blooming and it's August. In fact, I'm on my second lawnmower for just this summer.

So come see us. Stay a few nights, book an event, just relax. Who knows, if the mower's working I may ask for some help before the band cranks it up at dusk!

Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve
325.573.1200

Different Cultures,

2007-03-11T17:30:00.000-07:00

The Attack Goat, Part II

2007-03-11T17:09:00.000-07:00

Billy the attack goat is really starting to make me mad. Please know, those aren't my exact thoughts, but that's what I'm writing because this blog is rated G.
To fully understand this entry, you must read my previous note.
Billy (i have no idea why this is now bold print) is safe, secure and very comfortable tonight. Meantime, I'm barely back at the ranch.
We're getting some much needed rain today. In fact, it's been raining since sunrise. It's the slow, steady type. I can almost hear the plant life sighing with relief.
But back to Billy.. I went to feed & water him today. Keep in mind, I won't go near him without weapons of mass destruction.
I told the previous blog story to my friend, the goat's owner. He said, "just give him some hay @ the front of the trailer. He'll leave you alone."
Great advice. Good stuff. It could work.. if it weren't raining like the Amazon rain forest out here today. If you've ever lived in a region with loose soil I bet you know where I'm going.
I got the hay. No problem. Then, I drove my truck to Billy's trailer. I had no worries til' zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. That's the sound of my tires spinning in west Texas mud.
"Okay, no big deal. I have four wheel drive," I thought. Not so. I put my truck in 4x drive and nothing. I mean nothing! Mud was going everywhere. My rpm's were up around one million and I was sitting still.
Forward, reverse, forward, reverse... NOTHING!!! Dang goat, I yelled. Then, I remembered; I have thumbs--he's a goat.
I tried another gear. That worked a little. I tried more forward, reverse, forward, reverse... finally, I felt some movement. I think I backed up 50-yards. Then, I drove out to the highway.
The "Readers' Digest" version is, I got free. I walked about 100-yds through mud while wearing flip flops to Billy's trailer.
Do you know that this goat, rared up @ me inside his trailer. I think he was saying, "you're late!!!"
Ah ha! I have hay! So, I slipped the hay through the slots @ the front of the trailer, thinking this will keep you dinner on four legs busy for a few minutes.
Well, not so! He ate for as long as it took me to open the trailer to reach his water pale and food bucket. That's when he made a dash for the exit sign.
Fortunately for me, I grabbed the water pale and food bucket and slammed the gate. Kaboooom! Billy hit the gate full force.
By this time, I'm cussin' in a foreign language. It's raining. I'm soaked. My feet are covered in mud. And like salt on a wound, I have this maniac Billy that's really upset that I'm late with supper.
Long story short is, I shooed him away from the gate long enough to slip in his
water and food buckets.
I left him eating and drinking like a single guy at happy hour. Meantime, I tredged back through the mud, in my flip flops, to my truck on the highway.
Again, Billy doesn't speak spanish. Can you say cabrito!!
Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve
325.573.1200

Billy, The Attack Goat

2007-03-11T16:36:00.000-07:00

I got attacked by a billy goat and escaped by the skin of my teeth. That's not exactly true, but it is a great lead sentence. Afterall, I was a broadcast journalist for 16 years.
Here's the story. A good friend of mine asked me to take care of his billy goat for a short time. We have an old pen, full of weeds. This friend and I thought it would work perfectly for a big billy. And, it did for a few days.
Billy, as I call him between cuss words, ate every weed in sight. He cleaned his plate like I had to at military school in San Antonio many, many years ago.
Unfortunately, Billy wasn't satistified with just weeds. I took him water the other morning and he head butted the metal mesh gate. I noticed it was loose, but didn't really give it a second thought, until later morning while driving into town.
I left the ranch via our south gate over the cattle guard, rattle-bump-thump-rattle-rattle, and turned east toward town. All was good, until I got to the corner that we call Randals' Corner.
There was Billy, trotting alongside the highway toward town. He was even in the correct lane, just 'cruising' toward town. I passed him doin' 70 mph, hit the brakes and made a U-turn.
I'll be if that Billy didn't stop, turn, look both ways, cross the road and trot over to my truck--now parked west on the shoulder.
"Good boy" I said to myself. "Hey, you're kind of ugly cute," I remember saying out loud. Slowly, but surely he began to lope toward me. "Okay, this might be easier than I think. Granted, I needed to be in town 15-minutes ago, but Billy's cooperating," I thought.
Well sure enough, Billy followed me like my dog Lola. I mean he even heeled like a good hunting dog. "Geez, this is Monday and this goat's following me like I'm the most important thing in his world. This is EASY!" I almost shouted.. really.
It's a this moment that Billy showed his true colors. It was then, I made a mistake that really could of cost me a scrape or two. It was then, Billy proved why I have thumbs and he's a goat.
I made the mistake of thinking, "good goat, you're a good boy, I kind of like you." I made the mistake of reaching down and giving him a 'good boy' pat on the head.
He didn't like that one bit. He first swung his head to his left, then to his right and BAM! He hit me mid thigh with his big, ole head. I flew about five feet. Thank goodness I'm fleet of foot. Otherwise, I would have landed on my fanny instead of my feet.
Then, he rared up on his hind legs, threw his head back and tried to charge me. He did charge me. But, I dodged him like a matador dodges a charging bull. He missed me by a hair.. a goat hair.
At this point, I began walking very briskly back to my truck. Unfortunately, he began walking briskier. So, I began running. Keep in mind, I haven't run since the 80s, that's the 1980s. Specifically, I last ran in 1988 around the track in Ada, Oklahoma. That's another story.
I think at this point, Billy said to himself--'hmm, I got him in my sights. I'll give him a little lead and then charge." He did charge, but unfortunately for him I used my old high school football know-how to veer around the truck and jump into my truck. Billy could only stand and look at me through the window. Again, I have thumbs. He's a goat.
"What now," I asked myself. It didn't take long to realize that I wasn't getting out my truck ever again around this goat. So, I just began driving, slowly back to his holding pen. But, I knew he'd get out again.
That's when I had my farm animal epiphany. That is, open his trailer, get back in the truck and see what happens.
Well low and behold, Billy made a beeline for the trailer and began eating some old grain. That single move gave me enough time to bolt him in and take a deep breath.
Now, Billy's holded up in a trailer fit for a king. Everyday, I carefully open his trailer, shoo him back with anything I can find, water him and feed him.
It's obvious to me this goat doesn't speak spanish. Otherwise, he'd know the definition of Cabrito!
Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve
325.573.1200

Cows in the road and other stuff

2007-03-06T16:07:00.000-08:00

Hi everybody! It's been a long, long time since I sat down to write a ranch blog. Excuses are like backsides, everyone has one and they all smell, so I won't waste your time.
It's been a whirlwind since my last entry. I don't know how many of you know, but besides our normal and extreme ranch adventures--we've also began renovating an historic hotel in downtown Snyder.
Rumor has it that the site is legendary from land deals (both good and bad), a west Texas 'red light district', and even shootings. It's called the Manhattan.
The name is kind of confusing because we're about as far from New York as we are from the moon. The name comes from the 1950s. As the story goes, a young man lived at the hotel for a short while. He left for his honeymoon. But on this normal exciting adventure, he died. Word of the man's death eventually filtered back to town. At the time, the proprietor of the hotel was folding one of the man's shirts, made by the Manhattan Shirt Company, hence the name.
So as you can see, when you have stories like that, it can get pretty busy and that's not even @ the ranch.
As for the Windmill Ranch Preserve, let me update you on the projects and there are many. First of all, we're on the verge of putting in our vineyard. That's right, a little vino in west Texas. Plus, we're on the cusp of starting our new garden. We've made some adjustments. Our veggie garden is now behind our kitchen. Our previous garden will be reserved for cut flowers. We're also very near adding a small herd of cattle. This is a funny story.
We're working with a young man out of Fort Stockton. He wants the run cattle. We want to eventually offer roundups. The funny part is; we won't have any black cows.
Now before you think this is a racist cowboy thing, it's not.
We asked the wrangler, Josh, why not Black Angus? He said he didn't like black cows. We asked why, presuming something scientific. He say, you can't see 'em. So, we're having red cows.
We've had a lot of great parties out here. We were swamped over the holidays. Loads of fun! Now, we're ready to take on the wedding season.
I could go on and on and on, but let's leave it at, we're very busy at the ranch.
Come see us.
Bill Robertson
Ranch Manager, Windmill Ranch Preserve
325.573.1200

The Loudest Bird

2006-11-18T10:37:00.000-08:00

The loudest bird is invading west Texas. I hear long, long, long before I see 'em. In fact just minutes ago, I pulled up to the pavilion, got out of my truck and heard this loud, shrill.

I looked to the source of the sound and thought; 'they must be just over that hill.' I mean they sounded within walking distance. So, I got back into the truck and headed toward the southwest pasture. I parked, looked, squinted and listened. I could still hear 'em--but couldn't see 'em. By this time, they were so loud--they had to be hiding in the grain within yards of my truck.

As it turns out, they weren't in the field at all. I looked up, more up, more up and finally straight up and there they were... flocks and flocks and flocks of Sandhill Cranes.

This is the time of year (now through January) that they migrate to wherever they migrate. They're tremendous and very loud. They're so big that when they take off they apparently go straight up. They kind of circle to gain altitude. Slowly, but surely they spread giant wings, shrill back and forth and climb to at least Cessna heighth.

They're at sight to see. Come visit and see for yourself.
Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve
Snyder, TX.
325. 573.1200

The Ranch & the Space Station

2006-11-07T16:59:00.000-08:00

I just saw something I bet you didn't see.

I just saw the international space station flying overhead the Windmill Ranch Preserve. Not only did I see it, I heard it too--clear as a bell.

I friend of ours called to talk about the price of iron. In signing off he said, "by the way, go outside @ 7:47 and look in the southwest sky. The int'l Space Station will fly overhead. It'll look like a star, only moving.

So, we turned out the lights and looked to the southwest. And, there is was. At first, it wasn't exactly what I expected. It was moving with lights blinking. It kinda looked like a plane. But, I watched it with a lot of oohs and aahs.

Then, Terry, the friend, called. He exclaimed, "see it!"
I said, "yeah, low in the sky."
This time, he exclaimed with a little more enthusiam, "No!! Look straight up!"
"Oh... yeah... WOW!!!! There it is! I see it", I yelled back into the phone.

If that's not enough, I could hear it too.

Just like Terry said it would, the int'l space station zoomed from northwest to southeast, clear as a bell.

Good thing he called back to tell me to look up. Otherwise, I would have thought a passing Cessna with blinking lights was a scientific crowning achievement passing overhead.

Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve
325.573.1200

Creature Comforts in the Country

2006-10-16T05:22:00.000-07:00

If you've been keeping up with any of my blogs, you know that I generally write about the simple, easy going life on the Windmill Ranch. There's no doubt that I think it's a hidden gem, a life away from the rat race, and a getaway from the daily grind. But in truth, we do have all the creature comforts too. You know, the stuff you'd expect from a nice hotel.

For example, we have satellite TV. I watched a ton of football yesterday. Did ya see the end of the Saints/Eagles game? Great stuff. My youngest son is visiting. He watched "That's So Raven" and other younger audience stuff on one of the many childrens' channels. The boss, Marianne, nestled down last night for "Desperate Housewives." We don't have a TV in the individual quarters, but we do have a good one in the pavilion.

We also have wireless internet. You don't have to worry about missing that important email or keeping track of that pressing project. Just log-on to your laptop and find a comfortable spot to check your work. Personally, I'd recommend the front porch or pool deck at sunrise. I'd head to the back, rock patio in the afternoon.

There's also a land line w/ unlimited long distance. Don't fret over 'will I get a cell phone signal,' because you won't. Just grab one of the cordless phones, wonder and talk to check on loved ones back home.

For anyone looking for a business meeting, we have a tremendous amount of room in our pavilion with electrical outlets galore. We even have 'em outside on the front porch. Plug in and go!

If you want a country wedding, we have all the normal stuff for a sit-down reception dinner or a buffet. Don't forget our chef trained at the Culinary Institute of America and with famed Paul Prudomme. FYI, book a tent for your wedding night. (see previous blog)

The BIG HOUSE has central air and heat. The LIL' HOUSE has a unit that could cool the equator or warm Antartica. And each tent has either refrigerated air or a swamp cooler for the warmer months and wood burning stoves for the cooler times.

Come visit. You won't miss the big game, that important email or call. All the creature comforts are here. It's just the other stuff that'll make you feel like you're a million miles from the chaos and grind of daily life.

Bill Robertson
Mgr, Windmill Ranch Preserve
325.573.1200

Tents, Rain & Romance

2006-10-16T05:09:00.000-07:00

I just got up from a night in Tent #3. The gentle rain fell all night long, at least I think it did. I slept so hard that I didn't open my eyes til' my Monday morning alarm sounded. But when I got up, it dawned on me (even though it's still dark) that a day & night with the person you love (or wanna love or like a whole lot) in a tent, in the rain might make Viagra look like Vitamin C.

Right now, I can't think of anything more romantic (and I'm not really a romantic kinda guy) than a whole day lounging (that's censored language) in a tent.. especially if it's raining. If it's not raining, maybe I could rig a sprinkler for sound effects.

I've always liked the tents. I've always bragged about the tents. I've always wondered about the tents. Now, I can say w/out hesitation---if you and you're partner want the most romantic, most hidden, most private, most "what happens at the ranch-stays at the ranch" type of getaway... come to the Windmill Ranch Preserve and book a tent.

Here's another good idea. Tell us your coming. Subtley, tell us your intent. We'll make sure you never have to leave those quarters. We could rig up some 'walkie-talkie' system. You could call down and request anything and we'd bring it... call it room service in the wild.

So book a tent. Ignite a relationship. Re-ignite a relation. Confirm a relationship.. or just enjoy the absolute peacefulness.

One other thing.. you might want to check the forecast. If it's sunny, I'll have the sprinkler on standby.

Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve
325.573.1200

Town & Country, The Epiphany

2006-10-13T04:40:00.000-07:00

I just had an epiphany, thanks to a young, out of town visitor. I think I may have given many people the wrong impression, albeit a peaceful impression.
Many times in my blogs I've talked about nature's this and nature's that. I think I even entitled one blog, "Nature's Wake-up Call." My point is, I concentrated on the simplistic, wonderful life of living in the country.
Unwittingly, I may have given some readers the impression that Windmill Ranch Preserve is in the wild west Texas sticks and anyone who lives in this area has more tractors or livestock than teeth.
For example, this young visitor asked: "Where to y'all do your shopping? Do you have any markets to buy your groceries?"
The truth is, we have a fine UNITED grocery with polished concrete floors, a deli section, a pharmacy, even books.
Then, this innocent visitor asked;" Do the kids go to school?"
In fact, Snyder has a triple-A high school, a pretty big junior high school and the city's building a behemoth elementary school. We even have a college... Western Texas College with a pretty famous rodeo team.
Another good question was, "do y'all have toilets at the ranch?"
I promise we have toilets, two kinds in fact. We have the standard white toilets in most homes and we have state of the art electric potties in our incredible walled tents.
We also have a hospital, a world famous taxidermist, an airport, a chamber of commerce, many restaurants, several motels, county government, a vital role in wild west buffalo history, a museum, a movie theater, a bowling alley, more than one lumber yard, a lot of banks, a Wal-Mart, a CVS pharmacy, a town square and more.
I've lived in many cities. Some bigger than others. If I've given the wrong impression of Snyder and the Windmill Ranch it is completely unintentional. I try to never say never, but it'd have to be pretty incredible circumstances for me to return to the 'rat race.'
We have just about everything you need here the ranch and in Snyder and many things you want, too. It's kind of like that old TV commercial... "try it---you'll like it."
Visitors and new residents are always welcome. Come for a weekend or a lifetime. See what you're missing.
By the way, even this young visitor said... "Wow, look at that sunset."
Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve
325.573.1200

Coffee before sunrise

2006-10-12T05:17:00.000-07:00

I have a lot of favorite times at the Windmill Ranch. But this one may be my 'most' favorite. It's coffee before sunrise.
Right now, it's 7:12am and still pitch black. I can remember less than a month ago when we had plenty of light by 7am. But not now.
I think what I enjoy most about the early morning dark is.. I (or you) get to see and hear the day as it comes to life. Right now, it's very quiet.. very! But in a matter of minutes, a bird, critter, dog or anything else will be begin to stir.
Then almost simultaneously, the sun will begin to peek through the trees to the east of the pavilion. Then, the wildlife begin to rustle, bustle and move. Then almost instantly, it's like the alarm's sounded and the bus has arrived. Everything starts moving. The change in nature's volume goes from almost nothing to conspicuous.
It feels like I have a front row seat to something no one's ever seen. Each day is a lil' different.
Come visit. See for yourself. But don't worry. If you want to sleep in, nature won't wait--but a new show starts w/out warning.
Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve
325.573.1200

It doesn't get better than this...

2006-10-10T16:57:00.000-07:00

I'll give you $1,000,000 if you can beat my afternoon. Of course, I'm kidding. I can't give you $1,000,000, but I can give you a priceless, unforgettable time away from the rat race.
Right now, it's 6:52pm on a Tuesday. I've had a full day.. got lots done. Now, I'm just kinda chillin'.
About the only thing I need to worry about is.. where to chill. I just walked in from watching doves on the line and the scissortail duke it out on the southwest horizon. That was after I took a seat in the shade at one of our three picnic tables. That was after, I sat on the front porch and watched the sun slowly begin to set. That was after, I flipped through the channels in our pavilion and watched a lil' ESPN. But before that, I walked down to Tent #3, felt the breeze and heard the windmill kick into gear. Did I mention that now it's only 6:55pm?
I've been in the Rat Race. For years, I thought it was the only choice. Ask anyone in my family. Not so. This place, Windmill Ranch Preserve feels like it's locked in time... certain things happen every day, but each day they're different.
We had a good rain yesterday. Now, the sky's a deep, indescribable blue. The wind's shifted out of the north. The sun's going down a few minutes earlier. The wildlife's making it's changes, too.
I sure wish you'd come visit. I can't give you a $1,000,000, but I bet you'll feel like a million when you get here.
Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve
325.573.1200

Maintenance Man & Innkeeper

2006-10-10T15:56:00.000-07:00

As of this afternoon, I've been on the job nine months and 10-days. I think that's roughly 280-days. My math's bad b/c some months like February have only 28-days, while others have 31-days. So, I'm roundin' it off at 280. The precise number isn't important.
What's important is.. I used to think my old job in TV offered variety, which of course is the spice of life. Now, I'm finding this job is a smorgasboard compared to blue plate special.
You see, I started this job with specific tasks.. many specific tasks. Each job was new to me. I'd finish one task and then start another, and another and another. Gradually, WRP, as I envisioned it, began to take shape. That's a good thing.
Then, the big jobs were done. So, Max (who knows nothing about plumbing) and I began new jobs. Now as he and I were talking this afternoon over formica--we realized we have no less than 10-BIG JOBS on our plate. Any one of them could lead our 'priority list.'
Add to that, the maintenance it takes to maintain the old, BIG JOBS. Everyday, I see something that needs attention. Not because it's broken or because it's ruined, it needs attention b/c we're in a rugged place and that comes with unusual wear and tear.
Add to that, we're seeing a lot of customers at the ranch.. THANK GOODNESS. So now, the role of innkeeper is beginning to develop. It as much fun as maintenance man and just as immediately gratifying.
For example this weekend, we had two sets of moms and dads and their children. At one point, I realized the parents were dining under candlelight while the children were making s'mores over a roaring bonfire. I thought.. this is what we wanted. This is just as we talked about WRP, more than a year ago. Then, the next morning--I asked one of the mother's about her stay. She said, "I can't think of anything to complain about."
That felt great.. instant. Kinda like fixin' a path or laying a stone patio or building a pool deck.. instant!!!
Come see us. I bet you'll feel relaxed in an instant. And the good news is, if something's broke---I can hand Max the tools that he needs to fix it--hopefully in an instant.
Bill Robertson
WRP Manager
325.573.1200

Deer Feeders & The New Deck

2006-10-05T08:14:00.000-07:00

Hola everybody! We've just added a few new things to jazz up your enjoyment at WRP. They are a massive, fine, two level deck around our soon to be completed swimming pool and deer feeders.

Deer feeders?! Huh? What's the big deal? I tell ya what's the big deal for me and maybe it'll ring true for you too.

I live in the country now. But for most of my life, I was a city boy. My idea of seeing wildlife was the neighbor's dog running loose or possibly roadkill on the side of the road. Now, I'm seeing everything 1,000 acres has to offer: deer, turkey, quail, dove, bobcats, coyotes, hawks, owls, ducks, cranes, scissortails..

The deer feeders (3 of 'em) are just going to increase the eyewitness possibilities. But as I learned the hard way, don't stand too close to a feeder when the motor goes off or you get peppered with cracked corn. I bet even Jimmy wouldn't like that.

As for the big deck, it's amazing what you can see when you get three feet off the ground. Then, it's really fun to when you step up to five feet off the ground. The view is tremendous!!!

I can't wait for it's completion. I want to enjoy early morning coffee or late afternoon fun while watching the sunrise or sunset. Talk about relaxing. It'll be like that relaxing feeling when all the bills are paid, the kids are spending the night out, you're favorite movie's on TV and you don't have to be anywhere the next day... you know, those times when you're mind and body get into sync and you just sit back w/out a care in the world.. at least for a lil' while.
Bill Robertson
Mgr., Windmill Ranch Preserve
Snyder, Texas
325.573.1200

This isn't a bad place to live

2006-10-03T18:55:00.000-07:00

I just got back from a whirlwind trip to DisneyWorld. My son, Joe who lives in Tennessee, and I flew to Orlando, had a ton of fun and returned w/in 48-hours.
Imagine a 12-yr-old loose in the Magic Kingdom and imagine a dad shuffling along at a break neck pace--that was our weekend. I bet we walked 50-miles in one day and had the times of our lives. In fact, Joe turned to me over lunch (maybe it was supper) at Epcot (maybe it was MGM Studios) and said to me, "dad, this is one of the best days of my life." Wow.. it really doesn't get better than that.
Anyway, I had a few weird (usually freak me out) experiences. We got to Orlando and it was.. crowded. I live on a ranch now, eight miles west of tiny Snyder. My idea of crowded is two people at the post office or waiting for Wally at the hardware store.
But all of a sudden, we became swamped with strollers and northerners from.. well the north. The crowd was amazing!!! I mean incredible.
Don't misunderstand. I've lived in New Orleans. I've visited big.. really big cities. But, I haven't really been anywhere since I moved to the 'ranch' in west Texas. It was weird.
All of a sudden, I was surrounded by people... giant crowds. Please don't misunderstand--I wasn't angry. I wasn't impatient. I wasn't grumbly. I wasn't anything, but kinda in awe.
It was like.. what's this? Who are these people paying a fortune to take a baby to DisneyWorld? Why are these people with very thick accents angry? Why are all the babies crying at precisely 3:30pm? Napping.. maybe?
Joe and I had the time of our lives. It couldn't have been better.. really. We rode all the rides, I almost threw up many, many times. Joe was such a big boy. He figured out the system and we scooted through lines.
Unfortunately, the quick trip came to an abrupt end. Joe returned to his house in Tennessee and I returned to the Windmill Ranch.
As I sat on the porch at the ranch, looking at the 'fire in the sky sunset' this afternoon, I realized.. Orlando (or any other big city) is a real nice place to visit, it's a great place to take the children, and a wonderful place for family bonding... but my simple life in west Texas is pretty amazing too.
I sat there as a woodpecker tapped on the telephone pole. Then, the sun began to set. Then, a slight breeze dashed in from the southwest.. then.. well, does it really matter.
The point is, I realized: this place is a place to sit back, realize 'who needs the traffic, the crowds, the hustle/bustle'?
So, if you're swamped, if you're bombarded by deadlines, needs, timetables, crowds, traffic, a hectic lifestyle.. come and visit us at WRP.
It's like Joe and I talked about.. those big cities sure are fun to visit.. but nothing compares to the laid back lifestyle of the BIG COUNTRY.
I promise, you'll forget your mortgage, car payment, insurance and your next appointment.. at least for a few days.
Bill Robertson
WRP, Ranch Manager

My First Time

2006-09-20T05:24:00.000-07:00

Hi everybody! I put up a deer feeder today and it got me thinking. I thought, 'this is a first. I seen 'em. I've heard about 'em. I've even hunted near one. But I've never actually installed a deer feeder.'
Well, that got me to thinking about all the other 'firsts' out here on the ranch. So bear w/ me. This is list is in no particular order.
1. Deer feeder
2. Assisted a welder
3. Operated a tractor with a box blade, shredder, front end loader (not all at the same time)
4. Cleaned doves
5. Shot doves (obviously #4 & #5 are backwards)
6. Ordered a swimming pool pump online
7. Installed a swimming pool pump
8. Used a radial saw
9. Hammered w/ a nail gun
10. Collected yards and yards and yards of free mulch and spread it with a single shovel
11. Guided a dove hunt
12. Collected mesquite for a BBQ.
13. Ripped plaster down from walls and ceilings
14. Attended small business meetings
15. Killed a skunk
16. Saved a roadrunner
17. Spotted baby raccoons
18. Started a garden
19. "broomed" tomatoes
20. Constructed a 'turnaround' from caliche
21. Constructed a 'turnaround centerpiece' out of caliche, cedar and mortar
22. Used an electric toilet
23. Checked a septic tank
24. Built a rock patio, 6,000lbs
25. Twisted my back.. down for two days
26. Worked side by side in a big demolition project with my children.
27. Worked side by side with my wife on a decorating project (I mostly handed her materials)
28. Sealed a concrete tank to make a water event
29. Created a water pond, using three galvanized livestock watering tanks
30. Cleaned out, not one but two, concrete water tanks
31. Fixed a busted water line.. twice!

That's all have time for. I have another first this morning.. but it's not makin' the list til it's finished.
Come visit. Check out all the first.
Bill Robertson
Ranch Manager

Flat tires & Porcupines

2006-09-13T14:27:00.000-07:00

Here are two subjects that I thought I'd never talk about at the same time. I mean how often do you get a flat tire on your tractor and see a dog with porcupine quills in her nose? I'm guessin' not many--but once again, that's my new life in west Texas.
Here's the deal. I went to the vet's office to visit one of our badly injured dogs. While waiting, an older couple came in with a dog peppered w/ quills. The spindly stickers looked like fake teeth protruding from this dog's snout.
The look in this dog's eyes was a combination of severe pain and extreme embarrassment. In fact, I coulda sworn that I spotted an old basset hound smirk at the sight of this porcupine prickled pooch.
By the way, the last time I saw her--the good vet was readying a knock-out shot to perform quill removal.
Now believe it or not, this adventure happened before noon. I thought at the time, "okay--that's pretty unusual."
But now, it's pushing 4:30 and I should be mowing. I have lots of grass that needs cuttin. But not today... the ol' John Deere's got a flat on the front right. I think it's the same tire that went flat last month.
The rub is, I didn't notice til' I'd already mowed for about 1/4 mile. To add salt to the wound, it's too late to take off the tire, run to town and get the tire fixed.
So, the ever reliable Max is here with a big jack, a lil' sangria and his "lookers" so the sun doesn't sting his eye.
So, it looks like we're gonna take off the tire and go huntin'. Why not, the grass can wait, the porcupined dog is probably okay and it's Wednesday.. as good a day as any to kick back and enjoy wild, west Texas.
Bill Robertson, Ranch Mgr.

My Uncle Jimmie

2006-09-11T19:20:00.000-07:00

Have you ever had a relative who is larger than life? I have. His name is Uncle Jimmie. He's older now, but still a tough, don't mess with him kinda fella.
My granddad had two children, my mom and my uncle.. Jimmie. I remember as a child going to Uncle Jimmie's ranch in New Mexico. He wasn't a hugger. He was a hand shaker and you better be ready.
My fondest memory of Uncle Jimmie was his handshake. It came from Mississippi.. swept thru Texas.. and nicked Oklahoma. By the time it got to you, you better be ready.
Let me back track. Uncle Jimmie's not a big man, by anybody's standards. But, he's tough. I mean real tough. He worked hard raising horses, cattle and just about anything else w/ four legs. He didn't mess around.
Anyway, everytime I saw him it was kinda awe inspiring. He was a real life cowboy. He had the weathered face. The clipped language.. the 'hat-hair.' He was tough. You didn't want to be a sissy around him.. Now to the hand shake.
This hand shake would come from another state. It'd sweep around. He'd announce himself as "Jimmie Randals." Then, he'd grip your hand like a vice-grip. If you didn't push your hand all the way to the fullest---you'd pay a dear price.
The point of all this is, I just saw the man who reminds me a lil' of John Wayne. He's now 80-years old and still a pistol. He gripped my hand last Saturday and darn near took it off @ the elbow. We went to a football game and he remembered it like it was 1943, the year he played for the Snyder Tigers. He laughed, giggled, whistled and had a ball.
He's a tough ole cowboy. I never met my granddad, but I bet he's a lot like my uncle.
Bill Robertson. Ranch mgr.

Local Heroes

2006-09-11T19:04:00.000-07:00

Do you remember the movie "Local Heroes"? Peter Reigert & Burt Lancaster starred in it. He (Reigert) was a petroleum engineer sent by a Houston company to scout a job in Scotland. Great stuff.
Well, I have my own batch of local heroes.. they're not engineers. In fact, they're retired school teachers, single-mothers and retired wood-workers, but they desevere an 'atta-boy.'
First and foremost, I gotta give kudo's to Max. You've heard about him if you've kept up with my blogs. He knows nothing about plumbing (or says he knows nothing), but really he knows everything. Plus, he has every tool under the sun and he's the most generous person I've ever met.
Then, there's Tina. I've mentioned here before too. She started as our ranch 'housekeeper'. She quickly graduated to a 'dust control engineer. Now, she's a 'jackie of all trades.' Have you ever known or worked w/ someone who just has instinct. They know what you need. They know how to get it.. they know they'll get reimbursed???? That's Tina. You can't have her, unless you're a Fortune 500 company exec who's willing to make her life what she deserves.
Then there's the retired school teachers, Terry & Linda Heustis. I don't know what to say about these two--except they're amazing. First of all, Terry (who's a retired shop/math teacher) can make anything. Then, there's his wife Linda, who is absolutely the most patient & accomadating person I've ever met. Terry made us these incredible sinks for our tent bathrooms. I'm sure they'll end up in New York, with proper marketing.
Now, we're working on our pool deck. Everyday, Terry (and Linda) come out here after he drives his moring bus route. Then, he welds, nails, measures.. measures again.. teaches... laughs.. says "that's good enough" and we move on. INCREDIBLE!
My point is.. these are local heroes. Every city/town has them. The trick is finding them, highlighting them..
I sure wish you'd come and visit. Who knows? You might meet Max (and his lovely wife Gail) while he's 'pondering or ciphering." You might get to know Tina as she cleans like "Mr. Clean" is a sissy or Terry and Linda who patiently, but quickly build the most unique items I've ever seen.
Local heroes sure make live a lot easier.
Bill Robertson, Ranch Mgr.

Busy shootin' & workin'

2006-09-11T18:45:00.000-07:00

Hi everybody.. it's been a long time since my last blog. I thought I'd update ya on the latest events.
The biggest and certainly the most important for me is.. the family came and went. It's tremendously upsetting--but neither I nor the ranch was for them. So many days/hours pass that I wish my wife and kids were here to see the hawks, the dove, the bobcats, the rabbits, the coyotes, the ducks, the turkeys.. the pool (under construction).. etc. But, they're back in Tennessee and happy. Stay tuned for the next update.
As for the ranch.. whew, I've been swamped. Dove season started last weekend and we've had great groups both opening weekend and this latest weekend.
The dove are flying.. big time. The fun part is, I've gotten up early for the past 4 weeks to 'scout' birds. Then in the evening, Max (remember he knows nothing about plumbing) and I have scouted the tanks and the fields.
As one customer put it this past Saturday, "I'm 150% satisfied. I never thought I'd pay this amount, get to take a nap, watch football and get my limit."
We just had some severe weather roll through this morning. The birds slowed down, but it's only a matter of time till they pick up again.
You gotta come out here, either for a day hunt or overnight adventure. I promise, we can customize anything you want.
Hope to see you soon.
Bill Robertson, Ranch Mgr.

Dove Season Opens in 11 Hours

2006-08-31T17:09:00.000-07:00

If dove seasons opens @ sunrise on September 1st, then we're 11-hours from the first shots of 2006. I gotta tell you some great news from Windmill Ranch Preserve.. near Snyder, TX.
First of all,, we have dove everywhere! They're flying in pairs, triples, quadruples... even 10-15 at a time. So far, they're pretty predictable--especially in the evening. Say a prayer, knock on wood, cross your fingers (whatever works for you) that the weather cooperates for day one and beyond.
We've done some fun things to make sure our day hunters and package hunters have the best of the best... even if the birds disappear (like they're always capable of doing).
First of all, we have eight 'dove zones.' Each area's been cleared to make it easy for the hunters to find a hiddy hole beneath a tree, behind sunflowers or out of a bird's eye view.
Here's what you could expect if you opt for a 'package hunt' (overnight stay) like our first group Friday night. They don't know it, but they'll be greeted by just about everyone I can get to greet them. Then, they'll be shuttled to their hunting area where they'll find ice chests, filled with drink and snacks, waiting for them. After a presumably successful hunt, they'll return for a MAN'S MEAL. Our chef Cowboy Rob's making everything from baby back ribs to chocolate bourbon pie. Then, they can relax over satellite TV, on our front or back porch or where ever they want.
By morning, we'll wake 'em with steaming hot coffee at their door, a continental breakfast and then more hunting. Once they decide to call it quits, chef Cowboy Rob will have a massive, country breakfast ready and waiting. Just so you know, these guys are paying only $150 for two hunts, an overnight stay and all food and beverage included. And the organizer who can bring in 9 or more hunters gets a $100 discount.
If you're more of a day hunter, don't worry. We plan the same 'extras' for only $50 per gun. And the organizer who can bring in 4 or more hunters, gets his/her rate cut to only $20.
Our accomodations include two houses, the Big House (3 bedrooms/2 baths), the Lil' House (1 bedroom/1 bath) and Tents #1,2, 3. FYI, the tents all have antique beds, fine linens, swamp coolers or refrigerated air, private baths, electricity, showers, toilets, sinks, front porches... they're not your grandfather's tent.
Come visit. It's a long season... we're ready and waiting.
Bill Robertson, Ranch Manager

Weddings at the Windmill

2006-08-21T16:13:00.000-07:00

I've only been married once (and maybe not for much longer-that's another story), but we're trying to get in the marrying business here @ the ranch.
I know Snyder limited by sheer numbers, but maybe somebody reading this wants to "cowboy-up" or get back to nature or just chill out on their wedding day.
If you haven't been out this way or worry.. "where is this place?".. don't sweat it. We're 1,000 acres of romance.
First of all, we can accomodate any size group. If ya want a small to medium gathering, join us in our pavilion. If ya want a small outdoor setting.. let's go to "Chapel Hill." If ya want a big event, let's set up tents in the 'north pasture.' If ya want dancin', book scoot all ya want. If ya want dinner after the meal, let "Cowboy Rob" cook up anything from BBQ to french cuisine.
The point is, we want that special day to be so special that you can't resist telling others. We want you to have the time of your life. We want you to want for nothing. Weddings are special. We want to make yours unforgettable!
Give us a call, 325.573.1200.
Bill Robertson
PS.. BTW, the day I got married--my wife to be did all the flowers, and drove herself to the chapel. Grooms: If I had it to do all over again---I'd help more.

The Pool

2006-08-21T16:07:00.001-07:00

The pool or more appropriately, the hot, sweaty pain in my fanny, is coming along. If you haven't checked out our website or other blogs-you may not know the story. Here goes.
We're converting an old concrete livestock tank into a swimming pool. Heck, everyone in this part of the world's swam/swum in one at some point in their lives. We're trying to fix ours so it's not green with cow slobber.
Seriously, the plan is: clean it, sanitize it, seal it, fill it, swim in it! Suffice it say, that's much easier said than done. We had a group of Lubbock coming down to put in a liner, yada, yada.. but they wanted a fortune. So know we're doing it. FYI, the Lubbock gang's looking pretty good about right now.
So far, we've ordered and installed a fancy filter system. Now, the one and only Tina and I are sealing all the interior cracks. It's funny how at first glance there aren't that many cracks. Then, when you have to work in 105 degree heat there are tons!! Anyway, we're gettin' it done. Soon, we'll paint the inside and being work on the big deck. I expect it'll be finished by 2007. No, I'm just kidding. I hope to have it completed w/ in a week to 10-days.
Suffice it say to say, I'll be some kinda mad if it doesn't hold water.
Bill Robertson

The Pool

2006-08-21T16:07:00.000-07:00

If Dove Season Started Today...

2006-08-21T16:01:00.000-07:00

If dove season started today, we'd slay 'em like they do down in Mexico. I'm not kiddin. Barney Fife w/ his one bullet could knock 10 of 'em out of the sky.
I have no idea what's going on, but they are every where. I drove to church last Sunday and crept along because I couldn't believe my eyes. I promise I'm not exaggerating. First, a flock of 10 flew over my truck. Then, a flock of 5ish flew over. Then, a flock of 10-15. Then, a flock of 10ish. Then, I turned the corner and no less than 10 were resting on the power lines.
You gotta come out here. I dunno if they'll be out here opening weekend, but they're sure here now. Here's what I've done to make it easier on you, the hunter... I've cut out at least 10-areas. There's a trail leading to trees (or cover), then there's a big circle to shoot over. That way when ya hit 'em, you can find 'em. Next, I'm going to our two tank and clearing out areas.
I hope you're here for the season b/c I don't know if I know can shoot my limit (easily), but I don't know if I can eat my limit.
Give me a call.. 325.573.1200.
Bill Robertson

Dove Season T-minus 24 Days

2006-08-07T13:38:00.000-07:00

Dove hunters.. come and get 'em! There are just three weeks & and a few days til' dove season opens and we're swarming with 'em out here.
Right now, we have a some openings left for either package hunts (all inclusive) or day hunts for the first and second weekends of the season. The birds are everywhere! We've had enough rain to keep the feed available and the birds are flying predictable patterns.
Book your hunt now. If you want an all inclusive hunt, it's three hunts/two days (Thursday evening-Sunday morning). One price includes lodging, all your meals and drinks. If you can organize nine hunters, including yourself, I can cut your rate BIG TIME. The price for the package hunts is $375, but we're dealing if you're calling. Day hunters, the rate is $50 per gun. But if you can bring in three or more guns, including yourself--we can bargain!
Come on down! We're just eight miles west of Snyder in Scurry County. If you're in Lubbock, Midland or Abilene; it's just 90 or less miles. If you're coming from the metroplex, the drive time is less than five hours.
Bill Robertson

Justiceburg & Jessie Jane's

2006-08-06T07:17:00.000-07:00

There's a new place out this way that you must check out, whether your our guest at the Windmill Ranch or just passing through. It's up the road from us, along the Lubbock highway. Long, long, long ago, it served as a post office for the wild west. Now, it's the most unique, surreal, fun, family oriented, attracts all kinds of restaurant and honky tonky.
The place is called "Jessie Jane's." It's literally right on Hwy 84 in Justiceburg (that's between Snyder and Post). The owner is Jessica. Her husband Frank's "kinda the owner, too". By the way, those are his words.
We'd heard about it and checked it out Saturday night. From the time we walked in the door to the time we left (five hours later), we couldn't have had a better time.
First of all, the decor inside is fun. Frank did it all. Then, we had a great supper. I had a "Justiceburger." It was great--but apparently the brisket and pulled pork sandwiches are the specialty of the house.
Then, the live music started. On this night, Kim Townsend and her band started inside--due to rain. The whole band with customers helping later moved outside to a stage behind the restaurant.
If I tell you being inside was fun--triple it outside. By 9pm, a pretty good sized group's gathered. They're either sittin' in their own chairs or those provided by Jessica. The band starts playing, the moon comes up, it was amazing.
Here's more... the crowd is made up of ranchers, bankers, bikers, teenagers, kids, dogs, young/old.. newlyweds.. engaged couples. Kim played to us all!! Then, Jessica got on stage and belted out "Bobby McGee" just like Janis Joplin.
At one point, a dog walked across stage, a biker road thru the crowd (slowly and safely), children giggled in a massive rope swing, a lil' brother and sister sat on stage, fathers danced with daughters, and a grandmother danced with her grand daughter.
Oh, I almost forgot one of the best parts. "Jessie Jane's" sits on the northside of Hwy 84. The train tracks run on the southside. So, every time a train goes by--the band stops whatever it's playing and goes into a train song. In this case, "Folsom Prison" by Johnny Cash.. "I can hear that train a blowin.. comin' down the tracks..."
Come visit us at WRP and we'll take you there. And if you don't visit us, visit "Jessie Jane's." You may not know a soul when you walk through the door--but I guarantee Jessica and Frank will make you feel like an old friend within minutes. As Frank says, "It's all Texas brother!"
Bill Robertson
FYI:
It's BYOB (soft drinks/tea for sale)
Cover charges ($6.00 last saturday)
Bring a lawn chair
Band plays Saturday nights/starts around 8pm (ish)

PS. Kim Townsend's band is moving on next week. But if ever see 'em playing in your town or nearby--go! They're fantastic and play a variety of music.

Broomin' tomatoes & Watermelon straws

2006-08-01T16:35:00.000-07:00

I've heard a lot of strange things since I moved to the country, but these two may be the strangest. Both come from Ms. Gail. She's married to my buddy Max, who says he doesn't know anything about plumbing. He's full of it.
First of all, she says that I gotta " broom my tomatoes."
I said, "what?"
She said, "broom 'em."
"Why would I broom my tomatoes?" I asked.
"Because, you have only blossoms and no tomatoes," she explained.
I thought she was nuts, but played along... "okay, I'd broom 'em because????" "I dunno, just broom 'em and you'll get tomatoes."
Turns out Ms. Gail hits 'em with a flyswatter b/c she can't bear to hit 'em with a broom, but it's for the same purpose. And here's why as explained to me by Max's son, Josh, who has a degree in Range Mgmt from Texas A&M.
Josh says, "I don't broom my tomatoes b/c I have bees."
"What difference does that make," I asked."
"The bees spread the pollen from the male to the female plants," he explained.
"So," I egged him forward."
"If the bees don't spread the pollen that starts the asexual reproduction process--then broom 'em and the breeze with spread it." So, now I know. I'm gonna broom my tomatoes after writing this blog.
Here's more from Ms. Gail and this one's even better. She calls it an old wive's tale, but claims she's an old wife.
She says place a piece of broom straw in the middle--but across a watermelon (while it's still on the vine). If that straw moves to point from end to end, then the melon is ripe.
I asked her, "what if it's windy?"
She didn't skip a beat and said, "you don't do it in the wind."
So there you have it. Gardening advise from Ms. Gail. Keep in mind, she grows a pretty good garden and she's a great cook. So, I'm gonna believe her. By the way, the last time I talked to her today--she was on her way to the grocery store to pull some straw from a broom on aisle five.
Bill Robertson

The pool, shed and water fountain

2006-07-22T16:04:00.000-07:00

As is if we didn't have enough to do out here, we're on the verge of beginning at least three pretty big projects. They are; a pool, a big tool shed and a rustic-but fun looking water fountain.
The pool's easily the biggest. The plan is to take an old concrete livestock tank (that my father built in the late 50s) and turn it into an above ground pool. It's about 5' deep by approximately 25' in diameter. The pool's really not the problem. We have a handle on the necessary equipment. It's the deck that's the sticking point. But whatever we decide, guaranteed you'll have a pretty good sized deck (under the trademark windmill) to sun yourself or watch nature's TV on the horizon.
Next on the priority list is the water fountian, on the southside of the pavilion. We're using three, varying sized galvanized livestock troughs. One will be higher than the other to create a fall. We plan to create aquaducts from number one to number two and into number three. That way, you sit on the pavilion's front porch and listen to the falling water. We're hoping (and we're pretty sure about this) every bird w/in 50-miles will come for a bath and a drink.
And then, there's the shed. This probably should be priority #1--but it's not. We need to store everything from our new tractor to our old shovel. The plan is: build a 15' x 25' storage area with a 'shed' roof behind our kitchen area. I just flattened out a pretty good sized dirt mound.. next is---well, I dunno.
Anyway, that's today's progress report. We have at least three big projects and countless lil' ones.
Bill Robertson

Eatin' what you grow

2006-07-19T15:00:00.000-07:00

I'm no farmer. Wouldn't want to be one.. it's waaaaaaaaaaaay too much work. Good grief, how do they do it? Tilling the soil, planting the seed, keeping the weeds at bay and most importantly praying for rain. I think to be a successful farmer, you need either a lot of money or a direct link to God.
Still, we have a garden at the Windmill that's slowly producing. Subsequently, we are slowly incorporating its harvest into our daily meals. Right now, squash is good. The basil and dill are available too. Soon, tomatoes and okra will make their way to our custom made kitchen. The point is; eatin' what you grow sure tastes better than the stuff @ the grocery store.
Right now, we're booking everything from bird hunts to quiet getaways. And one of the best things we have to offer is a unique location with wonderful food and service. The garden grub makes it that much better.
Imagine, hunting all day. Or maybe, walking until the sun goes down. Who knows, maybe you're a napper or a sitter who works up an appetite just looking @ the backs of your eyelids. Now imagine, a hearty breakfast with fresh tomatoes from the nearby garden. Or how 'bout, a bountiful lunch with fried okra. Or there's dinner.. something tasty; zinging with fresh basil, steaming with fresh squash or zipping with fresh hot peppers.
I think you'll like it. I think you'll loosen a button after the meal. I think you'll want for the next dinner bell.
Come see us at the Windmill. I'm no farmer. So, I don't have a lot of money and certainly no direct link to God.. but I do have a wonderful garden.. ready and waiting to fill your plate.
Bill Robertson

Rain Smells Good!!

2006-07-18T16:31:00.000-07:00

This might as well be the desert. Any moisture is much appreciated. Well today, we got a half inch in less than 15 minutes.
The really weird part is; I could smell it coming. Granted, I just drove in from town, eight miles east, where it was already raining. Still, once I got to the ranch; I smelled it coming.
It was like BBQ or garlic or maybe perfume after a woman walks by your table @ a restaurant. But in this case, it was organic.
Sure enough.. about five minutes later.. big, fat drops began falling. They fell slowly at first. Then, they picked up, decreased in size and became a steady-albeit hard rainfall.
What you gotta know is.. you could spit out here and we'd ask: "how much rain did you get?" It's kinda a competitive thing. "How much did you get?" "A half inch." "That's great, but I got three-quarters."
The bottom line is.. a tenth.. a half inch.. an inch.. it counts. By tomorrow, the wildflowers will sprout, the doves will swarm and the tanks (ponds) will rise.
Now that I think about it.. rain is like one of those unforgettable smells. It's like BBQ when you're really hungry, garlic wafting over a big, home cooked Italian meal or a beautiful woman (my wife) gliding through a room with a dab of Chanel #5 hovering in her wake.
Bill Robertson
PS.. It's raining again as I write. And, we have wonderful tin roofs that amplify the sound.. As Hawkeye Pierce once said :"the sound of rain on a tin roof sounds like steaks on the grill."

The Skunk & the Roadrunner

2006-07-17T16:27:00.000-07:00

This blog is a two parter. One part good.. one part bad or at least smelly.. very smelly. We'll start with the good.
My oldest son Jeff and I just saved a Roadrunner. I dunno if you're supposed to capitalize Roadrunner, but I'm gonna because... WOW! What a bird!
Here's the story. Jeff & I headed west this afternoon to clean out a livestock tank in our 'corrals' area. When we got there, we found too much water to effectively un-fungi the big concrete tank. So, we kinda meandered around until Jeff said: "what a second! That dead bird just blinked." I said, "huh?" He said, "seriously, it just blinked." Turns out, a Roadrunner was wading (and stuck) in about four inches of water.
Let the rescue begin. Jeff held Lola (the yellow lab) while I used a big shovel to scoop the raucous bird from it's eventually watery grave. I'd like to thank the bird with the vibrant red, white and blue striping near its eyes was thankful. But I think it was genuinely angry I was scooping it with a big shovel. Long story short: the Roadrunner ran off.
Now to the skunk (that doesn't get capitalized). This story starts the other morning. I'm sitting on the pavilion's big front porch. Suddenly, "Curly" (the crazy cocker spaniel) starts going nuts. Then, a BIG, skunk waddles out of the front flower bed. "Curley" gets smothered in stink. I'm yellin'. My daugher's yellin'. My wife's yellin': "why are ya'll yellin'?"
So, I gotta admit I ran for my gun. I felt like Travis in "Ole' Yeller." You know the line.. "Travis, get your gun!!!"
Keep in mind that I'm not a good shot. It took me three pulls of the trigger to down this big stinker. Unfortunately, he dropped just outside the front door--right on top of my slippers.
We buried him, said grace and moved on to the next event. I sure hope he wasn't a she w/ babies nearby.
Bill Robertson

Dove & Quail Hunts

2006-07-09T11:41:00.000-07:00

Now's the time to book your bird hunts at the Windmill Ranch Preserve. Dove season opens September 1st and Quail isn't far behind. Right now, we're teeming with both gamebirds.
For you dove hunters, we have fields and fields of sunflowers ready and waiting to burst open. Plus, we have two, dirt tanks (at opposite ends of the property). Both of them proved a dove magnet last season.
We're offering three-night/two hunt packages that include almost everything except the kitchen sink. Plus, we have affordable day rates, too. But keep in mind, time and space are limited.
We could easily hunt every weekend. But instead, we plan to limit hunts to no more than four to maximize shooting potential. And if you'd like to make a weekend out of it vs. a day hunt, we can accomodate up to nine hunters (with their individual beds) or up to 15 if you want to double up. The best part is EVERYTHING will be at your fingertips. And between hunts, you can swim in our planned pool, beneath our trademark windmill.
As for you quail hunters... imagine 1,000 acres to yourself. We're offering three night/two hunt packages, limit six hunters. Like Dove season, we plan to limit this year's hunts to only three weekends. Don't be suspicious, we have plenty of birds. I literally must slow down when leaving the property so I don't hit the quail crossing the road. But why hunt 'em every weekend and wear 'em out?
Hunt at the Windmill for a real west Texas experience. The land is rough and it can get very, very cold.. but I guarantee: you'll be satisfied with your accomodations, service and food. One price covers everything.
Give us a call at 325.573.1200 for more information. Soon, we'll have all the details on our website.
Bill Robertson

Tractor Day!

2006-06-30T18:47:00.000-07:00

Finally! After six months of moving everything from rock to mulch by shovel and wheelbarrow, we have a new tractor out here at the WRP. It's a beauty. And finally, my kids are here to enjoy all the ranch has to offer. And today, it was "everybody gets to drive the new tractor day."
The funny thing about kids (at least mine) is; they're all different. I have four; Jeff (19), Georgia (17), Jack (14) and Joe (11). Each of them has a different personality. And it's never been more obvious than today while each got behind the wheel of the new tractor.
First, Jack took the wheel. He's the punctual type.. very coachable.. always trying to do exactly what you instruct. Sure enough, he climbed on board, never took it out of second gear, stayed within the boundaries and stopped after a very reasonable amount of time.
Then came Jeff (the oldest). He's the artist of the group.. very mellow. Well go figure, his time behind the wheel kinda looked like rehearsal for an upcoming production. He'd start, stop, start again, weave a little, get back in line and then do it all over again. He did very well.
Next up was Joe. He's the youngest, the daredevil, the "I know, I know, I know" kid. All smiles.. laissez faire.. what's the big deal. The same attitude applied to the tractor. I hadn't turned my back for less than :15 when I turned around and saw him hanging by the rollbar and driving with his feet! But I gotta admit, he didn't hit anything.. not even close.
Finally, Georgia (my only daughter) took her turn. She'd just returned from town wearing a light colored sundress and a new pedicure. But that didn't stop her. She climbed right up in the bucket set, fired up the diesel, popped the clutch (nearly knocked me to the ground) and took off on her practice run. She's a great driver, on and off road.
It was definitely one of those times that I'll never forget. It was certainly a 'kodak' moment. The good news is, I can sit on the porch while each of them takes a turn. But if you're stopping by, watch out for the kid driving with only his feet.
Bill Robertson

The gang's all here & what an adventure

2006-06-25T20:37:00.001-07:00

If you've followed my other blogs, you know that I've been at the ranch since Jan. 1st. But, my family's been back in Tennessee, waiting for the school year the end. The great news is; the gang's finally all here. The bad news is; the moving company ripped apart our furniture.
But truthfully, the many damages don't really matter. However, it is a big bummer that an amoire or a chest that's easily 200 yrs old and made many, many moves is now in pieces. To watch my wife's face that day as the movers kept saying, "you better come see this" was really upsetting. Still, it's all here and more importantly... they're all here.
As of tonight we just finished hosting a meeting for an upcoming festival meeting. My bosses are my mother, my wife and the downtown co-chairs. I'd call the meeting a tremendous success. Besides the wonderful attendance and good times, the presentation was absolutely fabulous. I gotta give kudo's to my wife, Susan.
Susan's the type of 'creator' who can make something out of nothing. She's amazing when it comes to displays and presentations. I've always told her; "If you could design one rich woman's bathroom--I could be a stay @ home dad for the rest of my life."
Anyway, she did it again.. made a wonderful presentation and fun was had by all. But the truth is, she could have delivered a bomb (cheez its w/ cheese in a can) and I'd be thankful that they were here.
Bill Robertson

The gang's all here & what an adventure

2006-06-25T20:37:00.000-07:00

8:03am = Nature's rush hour

2006-06-21T04:28:00.000-07:00

What time do hit the road for work every morning? Think about. Is it 5:00, 6:00, 7:00 or 8:00? If it's 8:00, you're probably always late.
Well, I've decided nature's rush hour is at precisely 8:03am. They're not late because they're not really going anywhere. Of course, I'm kiddin' about the nature time thing but it sure seemed that way one day earlier this week.
Here's what happened. I was driving over the Max's house. Before I ever pulled out of our gate, I nearly ran over about 10-quail crossing the road and 15-rabbits darting in a serpentine fashion. Meantime, the dove by the flock came zooming in out of the northwest--probably heading to water at "Josie's Tank" to the southeast... all that happened before the gate.
Then at precisely 8:03am, I know the time because it was so much of a fun thing that I instinctively looked at the ol' Chevy's clock to mark the time (too bad I don't remember the exact day) here's what happened. I turned east, came up a slight hill and saw her to my left. Then in an instant, the big doe dashed into the road and over the southside fence.. almost in one stride. Then, it happened again. Another doe, a lil' smaller, hopped onto the road and just as easily cleared the southside fence. Then, they disappeared.
But that's not all. Almost immediately after my dose of deer, I turned north and hit the brakes for a lone tom turkey, casually strolling across the county road. This really surprised me. Because he didn't hustle one bit. He kinda looked at me as if to say, "I got the right of way buddy.. hold on."
Oh there's more. Keep in mind, it's still 8:03. After that tom, I glance to my east. There were about 20 more turkeys. All of 'em heading in the same direction as the tom.
By now, I'm thinking 8:03's a pretty good time to get and about if ya wanna see something you don't see everyday. The rub is 8:03's just 8:03 in the big city. But around here, 8:03's a pretty busy place and nature has the right of way.
Bill Robertson

Fighting back the water

2006-06-21T04:06:00.000-07:00

This blog's not gonna make sense unless I explain something first. That is, this area is arid. By arid I mean dry. Sometimes very try. But that's not to say it's not green and teeming with wildlife and plantlife. Not all, we're overun with countless varieties of game and wildflowers out of ears. There are so many different types of flowers that I've named 'em "here'sanotheroneofthose" and "Ilikethesebigonesthebest."
But back to fighting the water... See, it's like this. This area takes less than a 1/4" to spawn new wild growth. Unfortunately, it takes even less to spawn a potentially watery mess for me around our "people's place."
This old earth is hard. You'd think it would immediately soak up any moisture. Not at all! Rain, of any amount, floats on the ground before disappearing. And if we get pummeled by a quick moving, violent storm---we gotta be on water patrol.
When you come visit, you'll more than likely never see all the 'water traps' we've created to tame the much needed aqua. But, I think for me--it'll be an endless chore.
For example; Recently, we had two nights of heavy rain for a total of 3 inches. It came so quickly and violently, it literally picked up my mulch path and moved it to the parking lot. Thank goodness we have some wonderful help out here. I wasn't here that week and Tina (this is her first mention in the ranch blog) had to rake ever bit of it back into its borders. The water also removed almost every bit of sand that we'd place beneath two of our four flagstone patios. Believe, it was easy getting the sand down the first place. To have to make repairs proved a real back breaker.
So while we in this area pray for rain, I almost fear it too.
Bill Robertson

Hot coffee at 5am

2006-06-21T03:58:00.000-07:00

I hate gettin' early, but I love being up early. Make sense. Most days here at the ranch, I don't sleep past 6:30. Even if I wanted to I couldn't. The sun comes through my east window everyday morning... funny how that works.
But this morning, it's just now 6:00 and I've been going for at least an hour. It's a great morning. There's a firm (not stiff) breeze blowing from the south. By the way, a firm breeze isn't as severe as a stiff breeze which is less than breezy and a far cry from gusty and even further from windy.
Anyway, weird stuff happens out here early in the morning. It probably happens everyday. I just don't hear it because I'm not up at 5am most days. Right now, that firm breeze is moving clouds across the sky. There's a sliver of a moon illuminating the background. And there are some weird looking bugs, too.
I just noticed the biggest moth I've ever seen perched on one of the pavilion front porch columns. I bet it's body is 4". It's wingspan must be twice that---if I calculated correctly using my high school trigonometry... or is it algebra.
I gotta get earlier.. the is an interesting and comfortable part of the day.
Bill Robertson

Birds are like catfish

2006-06-18T17:32:00.000-07:00

I've about decided birds are like catfish. That is, they'll eat just about anything including lots and lots of dog food.
Here's the deal. We have two dogs at the Windmill Ranch, Lola and Curley. Lola's a sweet yellow lab. She just wants you to pet her. Curley's a psychopathic Cocker Spaniel. My best advice is just leave him alone. Anyway, I feed 'em on the front porch.
See, we have this tremendous front porch that wraps partially around our pavilion. It's a great place to sit back, put your feet up and enjoy what mother nature offers.. which changes on any given day. I also feed Lola and Curley along the southwest corner.
Well, you'd think someone rang the dinner bell everytime I set out their food. Birds of all shapes and sizes descend on the pavilion. Who needs bird feed? We have the graekels (sp) of course. But the male Cardinal also dines at the pavilion. The Ladderbacks also enjoy a snack a la fresco.. and who knows what else. If I didn't know better I'd say every bird enjoys dog food. Now before the experts write me and say, "the flyisthighest yellow tail morganzabobaboob" hates dog food" know that I'm exaggerating. But, it really seems birds like dogfood.
So, if you're sitting on your own porch this evening wondering 'where have all the birds gone." Well, they're at the Windmill Ranch near Snyder enjoying 'Pedigree with chicken.'
Bill Robertson
PS.. I wish they'd stop. My dogs are hungry.

Do you believe in signs?

2006-06-17T15:17:00.000-07:00

Do you believe in signs? I don't but if I did this would be a giant billboard on a one-way road leading to a a deadend.
If you've been following my blogs, you know that I've been on the ranch since Christmas. My family, Susan, Jeff, Georgia, Jack and Joe stayed in Tennessee to finish the school year. The plan's always been finish the school year, pack up and move west to Snyder and the Windmill Ranch.
Possible sign (I don't believe, but if I did...) #1 happened a few months ago. The plan WAS move from Tennessee into the house my granddad built @ Randals Corner. Big house.. lots of room.. wonderful craftmanship.. many wonderful memories. Well, it burned to the ground. Inspectors called it an electrical problem. Okay, we've dealt with that.
Now possible sign (I don't believe) #2 just happened. The 18-wheeler hauling our my family's belongings; furniture, appliances, clothes, keepsakes, pots, pans, dishes,... everything's been impouned.. near Austin.
The driver called with his side of the story. I spoke to Texas DPS they gave their story. I tend to believe their report. The driver got into a minor wreck. The DPS investigated. They found the tractor had 25+ outstanding citations and the trailer had NOT been registered since 1997. And for icing on the cake, the company didn't have operating authority in Texas.
So now... all my family's stuff is in the Cedar Park impound lot. Wanna hear something else weird. Cedar Park is in Williamson County Texas. We're moving from Williamson County Tennessee.
Too weird.... that's why I don't believe in signs.
Bill Robertson

Horny Toads!!!

2006-06-17T13:59:00.000-07:00

We called 'em Horny Toads when I was a kid. They were everywhere. We'd chase 'em, grab 'em and stuff into our pockets. No big deal. Now, they're call Horned Lizards and they're engangered.
In fact, one of the big emphasis @ the Windmill Ranch is the preservation of the Horny Toad.. I'm still gonna call 'em that no matter what.
The rub is... we have their main diet (red ants,) but we haven't seen any of the toads, I guess that's why they're engangered. The good news is, as of this morning, we've seen two in two days. And we know they're two, different Horny Toads because we spotted each in totally separate locations... a long ways from the other.
The one I saw today was so big that I thought it was a ground squirrel or something like that. This toad looked at me. I looked at it. I avoided my childhood habit of dashing after it, grabbing it for a new denim home.
In this case, we just kinda stared at one another. Eventually, the toad scampered off. We'll see if one shows up tomorrow for three in three days... hope so.
Bill Robertson

"I wouldn't.. he'll bite."

2006-06-16T17:06:00.000-07:00

I gotta tell you this funny joke I heard while away w/ my family in Tennessee. By the way, they're moving here next week. Can't wait!!!!
Anyway, the story goes likes this: Two old men are sitting on a front porch. There's an old dog laying next to them. Before long, the ol' dog starts licking himself. Old man #1 says to old man #1; "I sure wish I could do that."
Old man #2 says to old man #1; "I wouldn't.. he'll bite."
Bill Robertson

The old toilet & Lola, the lab

2006-06-16T16:45:00.000-07:00

This is two blogs in one. One story has nothing to do w/ the other, but both struck me as interesting today.
First of all, the Windmill Ranch is eight miles west of Snyder. It's a an ongoing project. Everyday, there's a new job or a recent project that needs attention. Meantime, my family's purchased the historical and very old Manhattan Hotel along the downtown Snyder square. That's a very new, very intricate and very old project.
The old is what caught my attention today. We know the place was built in stages from 1910-1916. And we know that much of the original interior's still intact.. including some incredible woodwork. But today, we found hardcore proof. We begin pulling up toilets to cut into the floor to check out the piping. These toilets look kinda like today's potties, but they're still a lil' odd.
Anyway, Max (who knows nothing about plumbing) unscrewed one of these odd looking thrones from the floor and that's when he spotted the proof. There stamped on the back of the tank, cast iron by the way, was 06/15/16. I'm no genius, but Max is pretty smart. We figured that means that toilet (at least the tank) was made June 15, 1916. That's 90 years old yesterday. And by the looks of it, it'd work.. if we had water.
Now to Lola, my yellow lab. Actually, she's my daughter's dog but she follows me around like I have ground beef in my pockets. Her big thing is to chase my truck everytime I leave the ranch. It's a real pain. Normally, I stop, call her, give her a treat and put her in her kennel. That way she won't follow me off the property onto a busy highway.
Well just this afternoon, I decided I'd take her into town instead of going through the aforementioned rigormorol. So, I put her in the back of the pickup and loosely tied her up--otherwise she normally jumps out of an open bed.
She does wonderfully... sniffs the air and all the dog stuff. But when I get back home and untie her.. she stays in the bed of the truck. Apparently she doesn't know she can jump out. It'd be one thing if she figured it out after a few minutes. But she stayed in the bed for 20-minutes. Keep in mind, this is a labrador that's not a big water fan and hates the sound of gunfire. I guess if she were a car she'd be considered a lemon. Still she looks good and she's sweet.
Bill Robertson

Morning coffee, the dump woodpecker @ more

2006-06-15T18:16:00.000-07:00

I dunno now what happens while you're having your morning coffee, but here's how it is @ the Windmill Ranch.
First of all, it's incredibly cool. How it goes from perfect weather to hot still amazes me. But that's not the point.
We have the 40' porch that wraps around the front and south of the pavilion. The back, stone porch runs the full length and faces the east. It really is a tough choice to decide which porch for morning 'waking up.'
But that's just the beginning. If I sit on the front porch, I have an endless wild prairie that's dotted with mesquite, sunflowers, wildflowers and blue sky. If I choose the back, it's under a grove of soapberry trees and swarming with humming birds.
Usually, I sit in our red willow chairs on the front porch and that's when it happens.
First, there's a tap, tap.. tapping. Normally, I miss the source the first time. But then, it's there again. Usually by 7:45-8:00am. Tap, tap... tapping. It's always to my left.
It's like clockwork, everyday. It's a big woodpecker tryin' to pry his/her way into an antique, metal milk jug. He or she will bang, bang and bang.. then fly off. Then, it'll try again.
Lola, Curly (the dogs) and I wait almost daily for this persistent pecker to budge the metal.
If that's not weird enough, try this. The scissortails constantly entangle themselves in a dogfight. Zooming, diving and talking at whirlwind speed. They're like those fighters from the old John Wayne movies.
Then just this morning, a big bird (not the big bird) came straight for me from the sunflower field. I thought "what's this." I've seen a lot, but this isn't normal.
It was a big, tom turkey. I've seen 'em fly 50' or so. But this one musta been showing off. He flew from the west side of Lavender land, straight to the pavilion (that's 150yds). Then, he soared upward and over the trees.
It happened at precisely 7:57am because I looked at my watch whenmy hot coffee spilled down my lip onto my chin.
So, join u. Who knows what you'll see one morning. And by the way, if we'll clean up the spill and refill your mug.
Bill Robertson.

Rain & My Tractor experiece.

2006-06-14T19:34:00.000-07:00

Have you ever driven a tractor with a stuck accelerator? It's a ride.. but I get ahead of myself.
I just got back to the ranch, after a 10-day trip to see my two oldest graduate from high school. Great trip.. kids are wonderful.. wife is beautiful.. all will be Texans by next week.. thank God!!!
Anyway while I was gone, it rained. Not much--but enough. I returned to WRP to find most everything covered up in forbes.. those are weeds that look good.
Well, I'm a city boy. So, I said "I gotta mow." The rub is, I don't have a mower.. yet. So, I rented a tractor with a shredder (that's a mower w/ dull blades to you and me). Then, I start mowing (shredding)
It's a good thing that I didn't wipe out everything in sight. This mower (shredder) had an accelerator that varied btw very, very slow and almost out of control. I opted for almost out of control. If you know nothing else about me.. know this, I'm very impatient.
So here I am atop this giant green machine going what feels like 50mph over sunflowers, forbes (weeds) and almost everything else in my path. I'm turning this giant steering wheel, I still can't feel my fanny thanks to the tremendous vibration.. grass, forbes, weeds and flowers are going everywhere.. and I'm holding on for dear life.
Well, low and behold.. it worked and it looks great. I and the big green machine with the dull mower conquered mother nature. I've since returned the out of control tractor to the rental store. But now I've noticed... the grass, weeds, forbes and flowers are making a comeback.
Oh no.. I hope that accelerator's fixed.
Bill Robertson

I can break anything.. but this

2006-06-14T19:14:00.000-07:00

I can't fix anything.. at least I couldn't until recently. But I could always break things. Just last week, I broke a weedeater less than 15 minutes after I fired up the engine. I hate those things.
I say I could always break things, until today. I just had my first experience with old school craftmanship. No offense against the new stuff (less than 50 years old.) But wow!!! The old stuff is "hell for stout" as my friend Max would say.
Here's the story.. I've broken and fixed dozens of things at the Windmill
Ranch. All's good. No worries. But now, we have the Manhatten project. It sounds like a movie, but it is really the old hotel that my family bought in downtown Snyder.
Anyway, we're making big renovations.. primarilly upstairs. You gotta know that this bldg was constructed in 1910-1916. That was a different time. For cryin' out loud, the rafters btw floors are at least 2"x14". The nails look like something I've never seen. All the walls are plaster on lathe, either wood or wire.
Well today, I took it upon myself to rip down (or try to rip down) part of the ceiling. We want an 'exposed' look. So here I go.. piece of cake.. piece of cake my fanny.
First, I used a crowbar... I could almost hear my two, teenage hired hands laughing. Nothing happened, except I got covered in dust. Then, I said; "let's use a SAWZALL." Brilliant!! I'll have this done lickety split. Bull!!! I pulled out the sawzall and I know the ol' plaster and wire said: "get outta here, you sissy." Then, I returned to the basics.. a 2lb sledge. It worked. The bummer is.. it took 1/2 an hour just to remove a 2'x8' section. At that rate, I'll be on that ladder all day tomorrow and most of the next day too.
My point is.. the incredible craftmanship. Whoever built this stuff built it to last. I couldn't get mad, even though I was cussin' in my head like a sailor. Because the whole time, I kept saying to myself, I wish I had not only the patience, but also the skill to build something so sturdy and everlasting.
Maybe the good news is, I'm done w/ breaking things and onto something less destructive.
Bill Robertson

My best flat ever & truck trouble X 3

2006-05-18T20:36:00.000-07:00

In the last 24 hours, I've had one truck almost explode, another electronically die and a third blow a tire.. My best flat ever!
This story begins around 9am yesterday. The old truck, as we call it, all but exploded on the way to town. I knew it had problems. I could hear the knocking of the engine. So, I drove it (tried to) into town for an expert's opinion. You gotta meet Bubba, but that's another story.
Anyway, I'm about three miles from the ranch or just east of the 'flashing light' and all of a sudden... GRRRRRRRRR.... CRRRRRRRRRRRRK... GUHRUUUUUUUUUUUNK... CLICK, CLICK, CLICK... no power.
I pull over behind the smoking hood. To make a long story short, Bubba says it's KAPUT! What would you expect from a 1970 Chevy with 200k+ miles or so?
Then, later that same day.. the newest truck (1999 Ford) quits. It won't start, it won't light up.. it won't do nothin'! Bubba says it's the battery. So, I get a new battery. It works for less than 24 hours. Long story short, Bubba says I got big problems. Bubba's investigating. Keep in mind, if Bubba says it's broke--it's broke. Bubba knows engines. On top of that, he's a great guy, who runs a good business. Bubba is car repair in Snyder.
Then, earlier today.. I'm heading into town on an errand. I'm about a mile from Randals' Corner and I hear.. ZUGGA, ZUGGA, ZUGGA.... BAM! The next thing I know, the ole white truck's veering at 45-degrees into the oncoming traffic. I'm on the phone. I look up.. thank goodness an 18 wheeler's not bearing down on me. I drift into the left side oncoming shoulder. My left front tire's nothing but a mangled piece of rubber. I can't even make out the tire name.. it looks like M... c... l...n.
So in 24 hours, I've had three vehicles quit or try to quit on me. It's comical. By this point, I"m on the side of the road, covered in a day's worth of dust and laughing.
Long story short.. Max (who knows nothing about plumbing) and I changed the tire and I went about my errands.
The good news is.. the old truck DIDN'T explode.. the NEW truck didn't electrocute me and the ole white truck didn't slam into oncoming traffic. Coulda been worse.
Bill Robertson.
PS... I sure hope Bubba finds out what's wrong with the new truck, at least it's tires aren't old.

Nature's cafeteria & possum love

2006-05-10T08:18:00.000-07:00

It's funny what you see out here when you're not looking for it. For example, a bobcat dashed across the road yesterday. The day before that, a coyote hustled across an open field. Then, a doe spotted me and raised her white tail in fleet sometime last week. Each time, I had to stop and wonder.
Then there are times, when you see nature just being nature. We have a 'prairie dog town.' Let's face it; they are at the bottom of the food chain---but maybe they don't have to be, if they'd just use some common sense.
I sat in my truck, sometime recently, and watched a two burrowing owls (I think) had a feast on one of the dogs. That's not what caught my eye. What really got my attention was the other dogs. They sat, less than 10' feet away and watched! Wouldn't you hide, run or at least leave the area? That's what I mean by nature's cafeteria. It reminded me of the old days at the Piccadilly cafeteria. "Serve you?"
As for possum love... well, we got 'em and suffice it say they're affectionate. A day at the dump could've been a sex ed. class.
So there you have it.. As Peter Brady said to Greg; "expect it when you least expect it."
Bill Robertson

The best & worst tools

2006-05-10T08:09:00.000-07:00

This list is completey subjective, but I've given it a lot of thought. You see, lately I've been working a few big projects and using all kinds of tools. Therefore, I think I'm not kinda qualified to offer my perspective.
Best tools...
-Air hammer (or whatever you call it)
What's anybody do before this invention
-Wheelbarrow
-Gutters
-Caulk & caulk gun
-Cordless drill
-Gas powered tiller (see rake below)

Worst tools...
-Shovel
(I'm officially a shovel engineer)
-Two pound sledge
I think my right arm's now three times the size of my left.
-Chisel
Have you ever tried to remove the top of a metal barrel w/ only a hammer and chisel?
-Rake
Spreading anything w/ a rake is back breaking.. grooving hard ground to plant grass seed is a killer

Hmm... seems like this list was a lot longer when it was 100-degrees the other day and I was making massive mulch pathways. Now sitting in the air conditioning, it's not so long.
Bill Robertson

Ranching by numbers

2006-05-10T07:57:00.000-07:00

Everyday that I'm out here at the Windmill Ranch I have about a dozen new chores and countless other daily things I gotta get done.
Most times, it's just me. Sometimes, Max helps. Or there's Tina. I haven't told you about her yet. We hired her as a ranch house keeper. She's become soooo much more than that. First of all, She's more of a dust control engineers. Secondly, she's strong and a very hard worker.
But like I said, most times it's just me. So, I've developed a weird, maybe obsessive compulsive, method to pass the time.
For example, it takes 16 shovel loads to fill up my wheelbarrow or my dump truck as Max calls it. That's 16 shovels of gravel, but it's 20 shovels of sand and 19 shovels of mulch.
More numbers... it takes 35-50 whacks with a two pound sledge to drive a stake 4" into the ground. It takes three blasts from an air hammer to secure a brace to a stake.
If you're planting grass, it takes 15 minutes to water a 35 square foot area.. two hours to water all the new grass.
Six thousand pounds... that's how much flagstone I personally moved (piece by piece) to form the back patio on the pavilion. Believe or not, my back didn't hurt until I started sweeping in sand between the cracks.
Seven tenths, one and a half inches and a half inch.. that's the amount of rainfall we've had in the recent days.
4:35am... that's the time I finally got to bed last week when a massive storm rolled into the region and I had to stay awake to be prepared for the 'just in case.'
Right now... I'm wondering why I didn't do better in high school math classes.
Bill Robertson

Things you take for granted in the country

2006-05-10T07:40:00.000-07:00

A better name for this blog might be; "Things I took for granted in the country and moving to a small town."
First let me say, I'm not complaining. Not at all. I wouldn't trade the move back to my hometown for all the tea in China. But I gotta admit, I'd become a bona fide city sleaker. So, here's my list (in no particular order) followed a brief commentary.
-Rain would drain AWAY from where I'm standing, sitting or anything else.
Apparently, not so. I've given myself the new nicknames of "gutter boy" and "head in ditch man." As of late, we (me and Max) have installed approx. 100' of new gutters. They work great until the rain barrels fill up and overflow. I've personally dug three drainage ditches. At one point, I had my head buried 18" in a ditch so I could get a caulk gun under the siding.
-Computer service
Here's a doosey. First, if it rain--the lines get static. Then after waiting three weeks to get that cleared, the computer modem goes kaput. Actually, it's not all bad. I always liked Big Chief pads and #2 pencils.
-Dumpster/garbage disposal
Eight miles out in the country, you can't just put your garbage cans on the street two nights a week. You either haul to a pit and wait to burn it, take into town to dump it or sign your life away to get a real dumpster on your property. Right now, I'm in the process of signing my life away.
-Good help
Did I tell you about the "ranch hand" who quit after working only 2 1/4 hours? Thank goodness not everybody's that way.
-The corner gas station
I keep a gas can in the back of my truck b/c the nearest station's eight miles down the road.
-TV
Don't miss it. Don't want it, but when severe weather rolls into the area--it is a convenience.
-Ice
A refridgerator w/ an ice maker's worth $1,000,000,000. I don't have $1m so I don't have a fridge w/ an ice maker.

That's just a sampling of things I took for granted. I'm sure I could think of more, but that's the gist.
One thing I didn't take for granted and will never overlook is the quality of life in the country and my hometown. Afterall, who needs all the above when everyday is a new adventure eight miles west of town?
Bill Robertson

Nature's TV.. doesn't disappoint

2006-04-19T17:13:00.000-07:00

I just saw something (minutes ago) that made me stop in my tracks and watch. I never really paid that much attention to them until this evening.
I got back from town a lil' while ago and noticed something zing by, over my shoulder. We're covered in lil' birds, since placing four custom built feeders near our pavilion. So I just figured.. lil' bird.. enjoy the feast.
Then, I heard something. It sounded like a big mosquito. You know the type you hear on a summer evening, while sitting on the patio. Hmmmmmmmm.. Hmmmmmmmm.. Hmmmmmmmm. Then, there it was again. Zing! I'm not old, but old enough to be a lil' slow on the turnaround, if ya know what I mean. So, I missed it.
But then.. there it went again. This time, I swirled around just in time. Just in time to spill my evening beverage, step on the dog and drop my bird seed. But, I saw it. Or should I say, I saw them. There were two of them performing some sort of dogfight in the sky or maybe it was a dance. I dunno. But, it was fun to watch. One had an orange collar, but keep in mind I'm color blind. The other seemed kinda dull... but both were very fast. They'd hover, then dart, then chase.. then ZING!
I became so engrossed watching these dueling Hummingbirds that I didn't even hear the turkeys gobbling--just on the otherside of the fence.
It's odd. Until Dec. 26th when I moved out here, I'd no more pay attention to Hummingbirds, lil' birds or even big birds than I would rush hour traffic. It just wasn't part of the day.
Now, it's everyday and it beats the heck outta anchoring the news.
That's another story. For now, come join me on the pavilion's front or back porch. I guarantee nature's TV never disappoints and there's never a rerun.
Bill Robertson

Gardening's Hard Work

2006-04-13T16:35:00.000-07:00

Just an update today. Gardening's hard work. I went to work today on our vegetable garden. The other day, I planted some peas or maybe they were beans and they're looking good. But today, I started preparing the veggie garden in earnest.
Who knew working a hoe was such a pain in the neck.. and arms.. and back? Good grief. What did farmers do before the tiller?
Anyway, we have a garden started. The plan is; grow our own stuff, use it in our kitchen and become a self-sustaining operation. The rub is: I'm the gardner.
The back, rock patio's all finished. Looks great. It's gonna be a great place for morning coffee or to get out of the heat and wind in the afternoon.
Soon, we're gonna stain the pavilion floor--just gotta get the stuff from Pennsylvania. Then, it's gutters for the back of the pavilion.
Meantime, move over Mr. Green Jeans. Watch out garden-here I come!
Bill Robertson

My Mother's allergic to wind

2006-04-12T16:30:00.000-07:00

I spoke to my mother today. She says she's allergic to wind. That's why whenever she comes to visit her neck hurts. Apparently, an eastern Indian guru in Albuquerque told her so. I told her she'll have to stay in the car the next time she comes to west Texas.. more later.
I gotta a project update for you. I moved 6,000 lbs of flat rock w/in the last 48 hours. Ya see, we're puttin' in a rock pation behind our pavilion. It's about 50'x12'. It looks great and what a place to 'chill out' in the morning or the evening.
We also just finished puttin' up about four 'rustic' bird feeders. Now, I have about 200 birds swarming the place for a good meal. It's kinda like watching fish. They move in.. move out.. chirp... splash around.. then repeat. It's very thereapeutic(sp).
The next biggie is staining the pavilion's concrete floor. We picked a color called Spanish Brown. The good news is the guys at the hardware store told me it's real nice. The bad news is; I'm color blind. It could be a mess. I'll let you know.
Now back to the wind allergy. Can you imagine someone born and raised in this part of the world being allergic to wind? Turns out, she's now supposed to drink cold liquids, either. Sounds like a bunch of hindu mumbo/jumbo to me.
Bill Robertson

The Tent Life

2006-04-08T09:18:00.000-07:00

You've heard the expression "the good life"? I think there's even a song by that title. I'm hear to tell you about the "tent life."
The Windmill Ranch isn't your ordinary getaway. Sure, we have quaint, rustic houses trimmed out to the 9s. But the real getaway is our giant tents. Now, I'm happy to say they can indeed withstand a west Texas wind storm.
If you've read any of my previous blogs, you know about tents1,2 &3. They're big.. real big. They each have full baths, complete with sink, shower and toilets (electric). Tent 1 & 2 are so big that they each come with two, full sized beds, dressers or armoirs (sp)... oh yeah, each has plenty of electricity.
But now the best part is.. all three took everything west Texas had to offer (for two, straight days) and stood the test. The winds whipped up to a gazillion mph hour for nearly 48-straight hours. The tents didn't crumble or blow away.
So if you come to visit, you're certainly welcome to one of our rooms (each with private baths), decorated with native antiques, appointed with fine linens and cowhide rugs on the floor. Or, you can enjoy the tent life and know that it IS a tent.. but it ain't your grandfather's tent.
If nothing else.. you gotta try the electric potty.
Bill Robertson

Mequite, scissortails and thief ants

2006-04-07T16:40:00.000-07:00

Apparently spring has sprung in west Texas. I gotta tell you about some of the sure fire signs that we're safe to plant our crops, our gardens, our anything.
First of all, my friend Max (who says he knows nothing about plumbing, but knows it all) says; "it ain't spring until the mesquite trees bud out." Well Max, I got news for you. The mesquite at the Windmill Ranch Preserve are buddin' out!!
Another sure sign that the season's changing is the arrival of the scissortails. They're here! Not many, but definitely a few. You can't miss 'em. They use their 'scissor' tails to speed up, slow down and change direction.
And finally, the thief ants are back. I didn't know what they were until Burr Williams from Midland visited the other day. He said, "yep, you got thief ants and that's good." I didn't know why, but Burr said so and that's good enough for me. Seriously though, the arrival of the thief ants means the soil is warming and they're ready to open their tunnels and holes.
So there you have it. The mesquite are blooming, the scissortails are arriving and the thief ants are digging. And one more sure sign that it's spring in west Texas.. the wind is blowing and blowing and blowing.
Bill Robertson

Playing Possum

2006-04-01T06:55:00.000-08:00

I've heard it all my life. I bet you've heard it too. But not until the other night have I seen 'playing possum' done by a professional.
I had gone to bed. Or at least, I was trying to go to bed. But my two dogs, Curley & Lola, kept barking. Usually, this doesn't get my attention. They're both known to bark at shadows, grass blowing in the wind, even the ol' windmill when it creaks in the breeze. But on this night, it sounded somehow different.
So, I got up and looked out my window. There was Curley (a black Cocker Spaniel) standing guard over something. I couldn't make it out. It kinda looked like a cat. Curiousity got the best of me and I got up to investigate.
You need to know that when Curley's eating or guarding over some downed prey, he can be a lil' unbalanced. So, I gave myself a wide berth around this mysterious creature downed and guarded by my sometimes 'not right in the head' lil' dog. Then, I saw it.. just laying there.. kinda roughed up... it was a possum.. not moving a muscle.. but something didn't look right.
At this point, I knew two things. One, I wasn't gonna touch it and two.. Curley and Lola needed to go into their locked kennels. Lola always goes in w/out any trouble. But Curley wasn't about to leave his post.
The only way to get Curley away from the possum was to lure him away with a hotdog. One bite, then two.. then, I had 'em joyfully following me to his kennel. And that's when I saw the professional go to work to save his life.
Just as Curley let down his guard and turned his back, that possum slowly got off the ground and silently scampered off to find cover. I stood there a moment and said out loud.. "So, that's playing possum."
Bill Robertson

Lessons from the first event and good neighbors

2006-03-21T05:30:00.000-08:00

The first event's in the proverbial history books at The Windmill Ranch Preserve. Digital photography expert John English wrapped up a comprehensive workshop on Sunday. I'd like to thank John and our guests... and one very good neighbor who came to the rescue.
The weather did NOT cooperate, but no one out here is complaining. We desperately needed rain and we got it... for most of the weekend. The good news is; we learned some very important information from mother nature.
First and foremost, we don't have any significant leaks. The pavillion, houses and tents all stayed dry. More goood news is.. now, we know exactly the location of the low spots and we're on task immediately to cure any obnoxious puddles. Plus, we (thanks to another wonderful friend) fixed any worries about too little heat in the tents. At one point, our guests staying in tent #2 were able to lounge about (on a cold afternoon) inside their tent in t-shirts.
Other lessons range from too little to mention or too long-range to take on in this format. As for that good neighbor.. he claims he knows nothing about plumbing, but in truth he knows enough to save the day and then some. Thanks Max!
Upcoming events include; A Christian Men's outing, Nature Art, Horticulture and coming this summer "Cowboys, Indians and Buffalo Hunters." Check our calender.
Bill Robertson

The Food.. Wow!

2006-03-17T20:00:00.000-08:00

This is gonna sound like I'm boasting, but it's really to establish credibility. It's kinda like a trial in the movies or on TV. Ya know how the defense (or prosecution) asks their witness "OK Dr. Kildare... you've worked how many cases..." or, "Mrs. Smith, how long have you worked for the accused.." I wanna establish I've eaten good food.
I've dined from here to Vienna, Paris & Rome. I've even eaten steak in Nebraska.. but I've never had the kind of cuisine we're enjoying this week @ the ranch. Our chef is Robert Dupuy.
The meals are tremendous. Just this morning, we started with a breakfast that consisted of the regular, but nothing was regular about the homemade biscuits. At noon, we dined on lettuce/tomato salad with a creamy cheddar/green onion dressing. Our entree was chicken with gravey and roasted veggies followed by a maple/chocolate chip cake topped with homemade fudge sauce. Robert say we're having salmon croquets for lunch tomorrow. I'm not sure what a fish swimming upstream has to do w/ an English sport.. but it sounds really good.
Bon appetit!!!
Bill Robertson

The First Full Day

2006-03-17T04:10:00.000-08:00

It's the first full day of the first "real" event here at the ranch. We're off and running.. I hope. All our guests arrived Thursday by 4pm. Some took out immediately with their cameras (digital photog. workshop). Others relaxed for a while in our pavillion.
By 6pm, we were all lined up on our front porch (facing west), relaxed in Red Willow armchairs, with appetizers to rival the on coming sunset.... and as always mother nature didn't disappoint. The fire in the sky came right on cue.
You gotta come out here to eat if nothing else. After our lengthy happy hour and sunset, we dined on honey and mustard baby back ribs with braised greens and a warm potato salad... and fresh honey rolls. Dessert woulda been the icing on the cake except it was a pear crisp w/ bluebell's homemade vanilla ice cream.
After dinner, as we'll do on most opening nights, our presenter gave a presentation to prime everyone for their big weekend. John English is a Smithsonian recognized photographer with a wealth of knowledge.
Now, we're 'up and at 'em! Everyone's had their in room coffee service. John's agenda includes a 6;30 sunrise photo session. Then, they're back at The People Place for a giant, ranch breakfast and more workshops.
Say a prayer that none of the potties get clogged.
Bill Robertson
PS.. The 600 pound stove works great. As it turns out, it doesn't weigh 600lbs if you take off the iron skillet tops. Once they're removed it's a manageable 450 (give or take a few pounds).

The Lil' Stuff

2006-03-16T04:20:00.000-08:00

We're ready! Our first group arrives this afternoon. It's a digital photography workshop w/ presenter John English. He's gotta a whirlwind schedule. I hope everyone's ready, including me.
I haven't written a blog in a few days because I've been absolutely swamped by the lil' things. Just in the last few days, we got our fancy tent bathrooms online. But then, I had to dig holes for the gray water. Then, I found out (the hard way) that you can't run the tent's hot water heater and INCINOLET (electric potty) on the same circuit. But now, it's covered.
The pavillion's all cleaned up, complete with a very comfortable sitting area.. perfect for afternoon naps. We finally found a knob for the shower/bath in the big house. And now, there are door knobs on almost all important doors. See what I mean by the lil' stuff. Who would think door knobs could prove a headache.
What til' you see the rooms in the houses and the tents.... FINE!! Big douvee's, bold colors, Navajo or cowskin rugs on the floors. I gotta admit the rooms and the tents are very comfortable. Wait til you take a tent shower. I bet there's more room and more hot water than at most homes.
Our executive chef practiced on us yesterday. We had charizo/chicken Bosa de Mujer w/ avocado rice pilaf for lunch.. Then shrimp with butter bread, short ribs and spaghetti squash for dinner. It was great.
Oh.. more lil' things. Soap, towels, napkins... all the lil' things you may take for granted in your own home. They're all here, but not without an "oh yeah, we need such n' such."
Bill Robertson

Electric toilets and shower tents

2006-03-09T18:50:00.000-08:00

I gotta tell you about the neat stuff going up out here. First of all, ya gotta know our way of thinking. We want folks to come to the ranch (from around the country/the world) and see stuff they can't find at home. We're starting with the accomodations.
Our tents are dressing out nicely. We have three and we're very proud of their names... tent #1, #2 and #3. Unique huh? Anyway, They're big. Bigger than most bedrooms. All except tent #1 will come equipped with two, double beds. All of them will be decorated better than most top dollar hotels. They're all on big/giant decks. You'll have a spectacular front porch to watch our 'fire in the sky' sunsets' (or sunrises).
But the icing on the cake.. the extra mustard on the burger is the attached bathroom tents. These are fine. We've butted up 8'x10' tents to the bedroom tents to create a full bath. Wait til you see the sinks (made of metal) by Terry Huestis. There's also the INCINOLET. It's an electric toilet. I've tried it!!! It works. Then, the showers are completely out of the ordinary. They're three-sided metal w/ a big, full powered shower head. James, the plumber, just wrapped up #1 this evening. It's definitely unique. Number 2 goes on line in the morning.
If you're not a tent person... wait til' you see our concrete showers in the big and lil' house. Or, the giant longhorn rugs in our bedrooms.
Get the picture. We want our guest to come to the WINDMILL and say..."geez, we haven't seen anything like this.. the Jones' don't have anything like this.. Wow!"
And for the real icing on the cake... we can't wait to make your stay with us the best time away from reality imaginable... ask and ye shall receive.
Bill Robertson

The 600 pound stove

2006-03-08T19:57:00.000-08:00

The 64 thousand dollar question out here today is.. how are we gonna move the 600lb stove into the kitchen. It's 15-feet from the front store. It's still in the box. We've cut off the ties, but that's as far as we've gotten. The truth is the stove question is a metaphor for the countless lil' things still on our list.
Ya see, all the big stuff's done. We have an incredible pavillion. It's 30'x50, with windows on all sides and a magnificent front porch. We have the BIG HOUSE. It's three bedrooms and three baths to rival the Waldorf. And then, there's the lil' house that actually has more room than a room in the big house. And, don't forget the three fabulous wall tents. They're better outfitted than most hotels (full beds, complete baths, front porches.. etc). ALL DONE!
But then, there's the 600lb stove. There's also water to the tent showers. Don't forget the electric toilets, the flatware, the cookware, the glassware, the towels, the soap, the shampoo, the ice, the ????????????????. Geez, the list is endless.
Ahhhhhhhh.. so what. If you could've seen the clouds roll in this afternoon and the wind take a 20mph change in an instant with a slight drizzle tinkling the tin roof, you too would've said 600lbs, that's ain't no big thing.
Bill Robertson

Turkeys out the back window

2006-03-07T18:33:00.000-08:00

So, I was busy being busy earlier today and I looked out the back window of our big pavillion. Something moved. Then, something else moved... then a bunch moved. There were at least 20 turkey hens, right out the back window.. within 15-feet!
I know that's probably not a big deal if you've lived around here for any length of time. There are turkey, deer, quail, dove, owls, bobcats, coyotes, birds of all kinds. But if you're a relative newcomer like me... Wow! What a sight.
That's one thing I've noticed since moving back to this area. Just pause for a moment or keep a watch for movement in your peripheral vision and there's no telling what you'll see.
The other day while watering trees something big caught my eye. At first, I couldn't see anything. Then all of a sudden, the biggest doe I'd ever seen leapt across our "Chapel Hill" road in a single bound. She vanished as quickly as she came into sight.
Turkeys at the backdoor.. I wonder if they thought: "new guy at their front door"?
Bill Robertson

"Honey, the goat's in the dryer."

2006-03-06T18:07:00.000-08:00

"Honey, the goat's in the dryer." No kiddin'! This is a true story. I called my wife today in Tennessee. Before hello, she said "honey, the goat's in the dryer." Confused?
Ya see, I live here at the ranch preparing it for guests while my wife and children still live in middle Tennessee, waitin' to move this way this summer. Don't ask me why but we have a pet goat (a baby, wearing a diaper) and it ends up in the strangest of places.
Anyway, Susan and the kids (Jeff, Georgia, Jack and Joe) will be here mid-summer. Meantime, we're almost up and running. Our first event is a digital photography seminar that kicks off next weekend. Busy is an understatement. How 'bout swamped.
Right now, I'm pretending to oversee about a million lil' things. It's funny how the big things look impressive, but until you figure out how people are gonna wash their face or go potty---you're pretty much tredding water.
Still... we're on pace. our 'big house', 'lil' house', and three three tents are ready. I bet you just said.. TENTS? Yes, tents. But these aren't your ordinary tents. The $64,000 question is how to drain the sinks and the showers from the tent. I'm talking the RITZ in wild west Texas. Our pavillion and our kitchen are ready (almost) and the part God's responsible for is beautiful.
Wait til' you see the gobs of turkeys, the coveys of quail or the flocks of ducks! Everytime I look up something else bounds out of the natural cover. I saw my first coyote the other day. INCREDIBLE! They sing every night.. but until I saw one I didn't appreciate their wild west mystique.
Susan and the kids will be here by mid-summer. I can't wait to show 'em the fire in the sky west Texas sunsets. I guess the goat's coming too.
Bill Robertson/Windmill Ranch Preserve

My Grand-dad's house

2006-03-01T18:38:00.000-08:00

My grand-dad's house burned down today. He built it himself w/ the help of some fine craftsmen in Snyder. He raised two children there. I lived there as a lil' boy. I still remember playing cowboys and indians on the front lawn. Now, it's gone--but not for lack of trying by some wonderful volunteers.
Randals' Corner is STILL Randals' Corner, but now w/ out the house. You see, my grand-dad (who I never met, but heard wonderful stories about) built it, more than 50-years ago. I'm moving back to Snyder w/ my family (four kids). We hoped to live in that great old house. But, we'll be okay.
We'll be okay b/c I saw first hand the incredible community response to help control or at least maintain a dire situation. KEY Drilling came on scene with not one, not two, but many 18-wheeler water trucks. I saw one, volunteer firefighter rip off her gear and run to her truck. She was checking on her two, young children waiting patiently in the cab of the pickup while mommy put out the fire. AMAZING!
Yes, the house is gone. We've cried. But Snyder, smile and be aware! We're surrounded by wonderful people willing to stop their day to help other people.
My grand-dad's house is gone, but that's okay. It's okay because we live in a town where people try.. they help.. they come to the rescue.. they try. And you know what? I've lived in plenty of towns where that doesn't happen.
Thank you to those fine people who helped build my grand-dad's house and thank you to those fine people (50+ yrs later,) who tried to save it.
Bill Robertson... Dick Randals' grandson.