Broken Wallet Ranch

Broken Wallet Ranch Broken Wallet Ranch sells chicken and duck eggs, aids small businesses in selling homemade products, and riding lessons.

06/17/2026

Help Molly survive her heart break by helping us find her a new friend!

Help!!!!!! My daughter lost one of her turkeys yesterday and now we are desperate to find a replacement for our survivin...
06/17/2026

Help!!!!!!

My daughter lost one of her turkeys yesterday and now we are desperate to find a replacement for our surviving turkey Molly and to fill the whole in my 5 yr olds heart. I’m not sure who is more heart broken Addie or Molly.
We would prefer juvenile but will not be super picky.

Willing to pay and drive or take any suggestions on where to find one.

Thank you in advance for your help!

Picture of depressed Molly for picture tax

06/14/2026

One day you realize they are looking for each other.

The animal starts watching for them when they walk into the barn.

And they start planning their day around the animal.

It happens so gradually you almost miss it.

Chores turns into a routine.

A routine turns into responsibility.

Responsibility turns into a relationship.

Long before the first backdrop photo.

Long before the buckle.

Long before anyone else notices.

That’s usually how it happens.

The relationship became real in a hundred ordinary moments nobody else saw.

Years later, those are often the moments people remember most. 🤍

06/11/2026

He told his class he competed.

His teacher asked if they could come.

He said: "You want to come watch me?"

His teacher said: "We've been studying
perseverance and dedication this unit.
I can't think of a better field trip."

She arranged it.
Permission slips. Two parent chaperones.
A school bus that left at noon.

Twenty-one kids and one teacher
arrived at the arena
having never been to a rodeo.

His teacher prepared them on the bus.
She told them what events were.
What scoring meant.
What to look for.

She also told them about their classmate.
How long he had been doing this.
What early mornings meant.
What entry fees meant.
What it looked like to love something
enough to build your life around it.

When they announced his name
and the class heard it over the PA
they made a sound
that had never been made in this arena
by twenty fourth-graders.

He heard it from the warm-up pen.

He laughed.

He couldn't help it.

He competed clean.

The class made the sound again.

Afterward he walked to the section.

Twenty-one people who knew him
from math class and lunch
looked at him differently now.

His teacher said:
"You showed them what dedication looks like.
That's the lesson."

He said: "I just rode."

She said: "That's the lesson." 🤠

05/06/2026

I cried this morning. And then again this afternoon.

This morning, it was for a c**t. A brand new baby… here for just a moment before it was gone. That’s the side of ranching people don’t see.

The quiet heartbreak.
The early mornings that don’t go the way you prayed they would.
The reality that life and loss sit right next to each other out here.

You learn to keep going. But it still hurts.

And then this afternoon… I was just walking through Dillard’s. Nothing heavy. Nothing emotional.

Until I passed the pajama section.

And there they were…House coats.

And just like that, it hit me.

I thought about calling my Mimi. Telling her I found one she’d love. It looked just like the ones she used to wear.

And before I could even catch it… the lump in my throat and inevitably….Tears. Right there in the middle of the store.

Because grief doesn’t ask permission. It doesn’t check the calendar. It just shows up. In the middle of ordinary moments. In the things you didn’t expect to carry weight.

And it’s strange how it works… How it can feel quiet one minute and overwhelming the next. Like a wave you didn’t see coming. It slices through everything.

But I’ve also thought about this…How kind the Lord is in it. Because honestly, if we felt all of it at once…Every ounce of loss, every memory, every ache…

I don’t think we could bear it.

So instead, it comes in pieces. In moments. In waves we can somehow survive.Not because they’re easy…
But because He’s gentle.

Gentle with our hearts.
Gentle with the timing.

So today looked like tears.

For a c**t.
For my Mimi.
For the kind of love that doesn’t just go away.

And I guess that’s the thing about grief…It hurts.

But it also reminds you how deeply you loved.

CASEY GRAHAM RUSSELL

04/26/2026

For your consideration!

Offered for your consideration!!Due to no fault of his own Milo is available for a new home! Milo is Nigerian dwarf goat...
04/26/2026

Offered for your consideration!!

Due to no fault of his own Milo is available for a new home!

Milo is Nigerian dwarf goat meaning his 3 foot tall stature is all he’s got
He is a little over a year old
Son of my buck Chucky, so Milo is a super sweet and chill dude
Milo IS HOUSE trained- he will use a dog door and will bleat at you and run to the door when he needs to go out
Milo is dog friendly and think all dogs should be his friend also is great with cows, horses, chickens, ducks and cats

Milo is a one of a kind super awesome dude and is a super easy keeper.

7️⃣5️⃣ so that he goes to a good home

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7761 County Road 34
Amarillo, TX
79118

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Monday 7:30am - 4:30am
Tuesday 7:30am - 4:30pm
Wednesday 7:30am - 4:30pm
Thursday 7:30am - 4:30pm
Friday 7:30am - 3pm

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