The Heart of Flying B Bar Ranch

When I pull into Flying B Bar Ranch, I’m always met with the warmth and beauty of the land. Marsh, their majestic Great Pyrenees, lounges on the lawn while Margaret stands nearby with a welcoming smile.

We hop into the side-by-side and head toward our destination. Along the way, Margaret tells me about the nesting eagles and other wildlife that have recently visited the ranch. But more than the animals, I’m struck by the heart of these landowners. Margaret shares a deep bond with her cattle and holds a profound respect for the sacrifice they make to feed us.

She loves this land and takes seriously the responsibility of caring for it.

The skies here stretch wider than at my home, holding the majesty and quiet beauty of the prairie. Today, we find the herd—our reason for coming out. They aren’t afraid of us. In fact, they line up and watch as we snap photos. They look healthy and content, and I can’t help but laugh when one wanders close enough for Jimena to touch her nose.
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Each visit grounds me. Even Margaret admits she’s grateful we pulled her away from the tedious computer work she’d been doing—a reminder of why they chose to live on the Eastern Plains and why I drive out to visit.