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Putting Grasslands First

Livestock, properly managed, can be used to mimic the millennia-old symbiotic relationship between the world's grasslands and herds of ruminants. By using rigorous planning and ecosystems monitoring, we can actually use livestock to improve soil health, increase carbon sequestration, and decrease desertification.

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100% Grass Fed and Finished Beef

When you purchase Lazy R Beef, you are supporting a fourth-generation ranching family dedicated to preserving and protecting our land while raising clean, healthy food  for our community.

We use cutting-edge carbon-sequestering grazing techniques to ensure that our beef is the most environmentally friendly food you can buy. We are committed to making sure that our practices are as environmentally and socially regenerative as possible.

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Deep in concentration 🧘‍♂️
Regenerative agriculture is a framework for designing agricultural systems around improving land through our stewardship. It is about raising up ecosystems and the people who tend them. Our family is so deeply grateful that we get to spend our lives growing healthy food, improving wildlife habitat, strengthening plant communities, and passing our days immersed in the natural world. I spend a lot of time observing, thinking, trying to appreciate the ecosystem I am managing. And this frequent mental meandering often leads me to think of the others who have sat and pondered on this same granite boulder washed in from Montana during the last ice age, or in the shade of that old growth ponderosa, one of the celebrated grandfathers of the ranch. Countless Spokan people must have paused to appreciate these same places. They raised babies and laughed and hunted and prayed and dug camas and sang. They tended land with knowledge and skill amassed over millennia. And then by a series of executive orders they were removed against their will. By the 1890s, nearly all indigenous people had been removed from the area. 50 years later, when my ancestors arrived, the West Plains were free and clear for enterprising young white farmers like my great grandfather. Here I am four generations later. Both proud of my heritage, and ashamed. Wondering… how do we practice regenerative agriculture on stolen land? How can we introduce the wealth of indigenous knowledge about land management back to this landscape? How can I make some attempt at reconciliation for my complicity in and benefit from theft, murder, trickery, and lies? For two years I have been slowly trying to find a way forward. I am so grateful for my friends, both indigenous and not, who have patiently helped me on this journey. Thank you for your grace, for your feedback and advice, for your patience with my tears, and your encouragement. I have a long way to go, but the path is looking a little clearer. If you are a land owning person who is interested in hearing more about what I’ve learned, or contributing your own thoughts, please feel free to message me. We have a lot of work to do. (Continued in comments)
When my great grandparents, Earl and Louella, established the Lazy R in 1937, they had a small herd of dairy cattle and not much else. They bought their first winter’s hay from Doc Davis, a rancher who lived a few miles down the road. Over 80 years later, we are proud to have a strong partnership with the Davis Ranch. We co-own bulls and have collaborated on our breeding program for nearly a decade. We don’t buy many cattle in (as any rancher can tell you, the cows they develop are the best ones!), but I am really fond of our Davis cattle. We also send our replacement heifers to be gentled and developed by Cheryl Davis, the heifer whisperer. She is a total badass, grows some fine calves, and is the epitome of a good neighbor.
My best behaved sheep.
Rest well, Molly Dear. A good dog. 2004-2019.
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Good morning from sheps!
The pace starts to slacken ever so slightly around here as the seasons turn. It’s been a marathon couple of weeks while my parents enjoy Scandinavia and I’ve had the old homestead to myself. Haven’t quite mastered the art of being many places at once, but I managed not to shoot myself in the foot, only a few near misses. This morning the cows and the sheep were all where I had left them the night before and I took my morning coffee with a splash of “the illusion of control.”