Gil just got a fine Manufrance 16 bore of high grade, and snipe season is still on…
I envy him the meals he is still collecting. We didn’t have much of a season here, and it is over. We need rain!
I took this picture of our granddaughter last week just outside the Page Museum at the La Brea tar pits in Los Angeles. I guess this is a bit of a teaser as I’ll have another post soon with pictures of what we saw inside the museum.
I have to point out that our visit there was a huge hit with Bella, who was fascinated with the mammoths and saber-tooth cats.
And her new book is coming…
|A bunch of 37’s and a 17|
“If an ancient Athenian had to choose between an M12 and an M17-37, he would no doubt have chosen the sexier looking of the two, the Winchester. On the other hand, an ancient Spartan would have grabbed the Remington or Ithaca and shot the Athenian while he oogled the M12. Then the Spartan would have walked off with both guns.”
(Gil Stacy, who is the MAN on the M37).
|Hemingway with Model 12|
|Gil’s gun with snipe|
We’ve enjoyed a fairly quiet winter in western Wyoming, and are thrilled with the recent series of snowstorms and blizzards hitting our area. We’ve been in a drought so long it was somewhat a pleasure when I buried the feed truck in deep snow this morning. Even though I was sure that the snow would eventually melt and I could retrieve the truck at that time (can’t be more than a few weeks, right?), husband Jim gave it a few tugs with another truck and freed me.
Our winter guardians, in addition to three burros, are three female Akbash guardian dogs, all of the same lineage. After her battle with wolves last fall, Rena healed up nicely. We wondered, and feared, how she might react to predator challenges after such an aggressive fight in which she nearly lost her life. Rather than having fear or aversion, her reaction has been the opposite – she’s a terror on four paws, and seems to have a chip on her shoulder when it comes to the coyotes in the neighborhood.
Rena is joined in guardian duty by her nine-year old mother Luv’s Girl, and her four-month old half-sister Beyza. Following the Tajik tradition of selecting the pup with the bold carriage, I selected Beyza from her littermates because of her swagger – her tail is often held high, curled over her back, and she has aggressive guardian tendencies, even at this young age. She now goes charging out with mother and sister when a threat is perceived.
With Jim home taking care of the critters, in between traveling to speak at conferences, I’m spending as much time as possible working on books, with one adult nonfiction title set for release this fall, and a second recently completed nonfiction manuscript under consideration at a publishing house. I’m hopeful that by the end of the year I can get back to the world of books for young readers, but the publishing world continues to undergo upheaval and finding my place in it is like walking blindfolded.
“You have to keep producing words, against the odds.”
M. John Fayhee:
“We all eventually reach an age when we realize, to steal a line from “V for Vendetta,” that almost every change you have seen in your life is for the worse.”
I have accumulated a few…
Federico sent these wonderful reconstructions of Pleistocene “Hominins”, saying “These are by far the most compelling reconstructions of ‘ancient’ people I have ever seen — admittedly one of the two is just an old school Homo sapiens… For whatever reason I do find both reconstructions so much more alive and true to life than anything I have ever seen: I can see that the old sapiens would have lots of stuff to teach *me*, and I can see that the neanderthal is just so close to us — I can feel how disappointing it would be if we could not communicate with someone like him.”
From “Lucas Machias”: patenting reconstructed species. Hoo! “What Brave New World…”
Keith Brady sent down this wonderful video on Chernobyl from Canada. I would have eaten the old lady’s vegetables– would you? As Keith said, “She’s a peach – got a lot of blood in her body….unlike the BBC guy.” If this were a YouTube I would have embedded it. Read Mary Mycio’s Wormwood Forest– in Amazon but the link won’t work– for more background.
Annie Davidson sent this pic– no link– via the San Diego Natural History Museum, of a horde of 33 round tailed horned lizard skulls found while cleaning out an America Kestrel nest box in the Chiricahua Mountains of southern Arizona. As we have both species, I must check out some nests; I would love to find a similar one. It looks like an Asian Buddhist skull rosary, and you could make a variant..
From Chas: vulture- safe zones in India. It may be the first positive sign for these necessary scavengers since I wrote up the problem in the Atlantic too many years ago. Wonder what the Parsees are doing…
Younger people don’t know, and older ones forget, that it was not only (or even) liberal Democrats who saved our wilderness areas in the last twenty or thirty years. The always contrary (and always interesting) Dave Foreman reminds us, here of what the PC would think of as some unlikely wilderness advocates. Remember (judge, senator) Jim Buckley? Libby’s late parents were of that ilk too.
More, and worse, soon.