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Montana Cowgirl

Saturday, October 28th, 2006

Meanwhile, back at the lot.

For many long years I’ve played a lone hand
I rode my horse in many strange lands
Until one day I stopped for awhile
For two warm eyes and a sunny smile

So howl away you old coyote
I hear your sad and lonesome song
You’re calling me back to old Montana
Back to those hills where I belong

One day I rode away from home
I’m a’ traveling back and it won’t be long
I’ll see you again in a little while
You’re my darling sweet, my welcome smile

So howl away you old coyote
I hear your sad and lonesome song
You’re calling me back to old Montana
Back to those hills where I belong

So howl away you old coyote
I hear your sad and lonesome song
You’re calling me back to old Montana
Back to those hills where I belong

One of my favorites - Click & Enjoy. . .

Sunday, October 15th, 2006

The Band & Joni Mitchell - Coyote

The coyotes have been howling up a storm here - the four-legged variety.
My calves are bawling in harmony. They were weaned yesterday.

The Home of the Brave - Except for Howling Wolves

Thursday, October 12th, 2006

Stars & Stripes

—Francis Scott Key, 1814

O say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro’ the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watch’d, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof thro’ the night that our flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen thro’ the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream:
‘Tis the star-spangled banner: O, long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash’d out their foul footsteps’ pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O thus be it ever when free-men shall stand
Between their lov’d home and the war’s desolation;
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the heav’n-rescued land
Praise the Pow’r that hath made and preserv’d us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust!”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

I couldn’t help but notice this story in the dead tree issue of the
Billings Gazette.

Researching further, I found the article in the
Seattle Post Intelligencer.

Here it is:

Frightened USFS workers call for rescue after hearing wolf howls

THE ASSOCIATED PRESS

KETCHUM, Idaho — The sound of howling wolves prompted two U.S. Forest Service employees to call for a helicopter evacuation from the Sawtooth Wilderness late last month, officials said.

The employees, both from Utah, became frightened Sept. 23 after seeing wolves chasing a bull elk across the meadow and later hearing the animals howl, said Ed Waldapfel, a spokesman for the Sawtooth National Forest.

“They started hearing wolves howling all around them,” Waldapfel told the Idaho Mountain Express. “They called on their radio or satellite phone and asked their supervisor if they could leave the area.”

Waldapfel did not know the employees’ names, but said they were from the Rocky Mountain Research Station in Ogden and were conducting forest inventory work in the Sawtooths.

“No matter which way they went they said they could hear the wolves,” he said. “They admitted they were very scared and wanted to get out of the area.”

The employees’ supervisor called national forest officials and “asked for a helicopter to come in and retrieve them,” Waldapfel said.

The wolves never made any aggressive moves toward the pair. There are no documented cases of wolves attacking humans in Idaho, though the employees may not have known that, Waldapfel said.

“They’re not part of our regular work force and so they hadn’t had training for this kind of wildlife encounter,” Waldapfel said.

According to a National Park Service fact sheet, there has never been a documented case of a healthy wild wolf seriously injuring or killing a human being in North America.

Steve Nadeau, wolf program supervisor with the Idaho Department of Fish and Game, was shocked that howling could prompt a helicopter evacuation.

“Holy moly - sounds to me like someone’s read too many of Grimm’s fairy tales,” Nadeau said. “I’m flabbergasted that (the Forest Service) would go to that extent over wolves howling in the woods because wolves howl in the woods all the time. That’s how they communicate.”

Howling, especially in rocky, mountainous areas, can echo, said Lynne Stone, a Stanley resident who regularly observes backcountry wolf behavior.

“There are great wolf-howl acoustics. They probably weren’t surrounded by wolves,” Stone said. “I’d be more afraid of running into a moose cow with calves, or a black bear with cubs, than encountering howling wolves.”

Sawtooth National Forest officials will review training procedures to better prepare out-of-area Forest Service personnel for the wildlife they may encounter while in Idaho, Waldapfel said.

Boulder to Birmingham

Tuesday, September 12th, 2006

Words & music by Emmylou Harris

I don’t want to hear a love song
I got on this airplane just to fly
And I know there’s life below me
But all that it can show me
Is the prairie and the sky

I don’t want to hear a sad story
Full of heartbreak and desire
The last time I felt like this
It was in the wilderness and the canyon was on fire
And I stood on the mountain in the night and I watched it burn
I watched it burn, I watched it burn.

I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in his saving grace.
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see, I could see your face.

Well you really got me this time
And the hardest part is knowing I’ll survive.
I have come to listen for the sound
Of the trucks as they move down
Out on Highway ninety five
And pretend that it’s the ocean
coming down to wash me clean, to wash me clean
Do you know what I mean

I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in his saving grace.
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see, I could see your face.

Thirsty Boots

Wednesday, March 8th, 2006

Take Off Your Thirsty Boots

You’ve long been on the open road,
You’ve been sleeping in the rain,
From dirty words and muddy cells
Your clothes are smeared and stained,
But the dirty words and muddy cells
Will soon be hid in shame
So only stop to rest yourself
Till you are off again

So take off your thirsty boots
and stay for a while,
Your feet are hot and weary,
from a dusty mile,
And maybe I can make you laugh,
maybe I can try,
I’m just looking for the evening,
the morning in your eye.

So tell me of the ones you saw
As far as you could see
Across the plain from field to town
A-marching to be free
And of the rusted prison gates
That tumbled by degree
Like laughing children, one by one,
They look like you and me

So take off your thirsty boots
and stay for a while,
Your feet are hot and weary,
from a dusty mile,
And maybe I can make you laugh,
maybe I can try,
I’m just looking for the evening,
the morning in your eye.

I know you are no stranger down
The crooked rainbow trails
From dancing cliff-edged shattered sills
Of slandered, shackled jails
For the voices drift up from below
As the walls they’re being scaled
Yes, all of this, and more, my friend,
Your song shall not be failed.

So take off your thirsty boots
and stay for a while,
Your feet are hot and weary,
from a dusty mile,
And maybe I can make you laugh,
maybe I can try,
I’m just looking for the evening,
the morning in your eye.

Yes, you’ve long been on the open road
You’ve been sleeping in the rain
From dirty words and muddy cells
Your clothes are smeared and stained
But the dirty words, the muddy cells,
They’ll soon be judged insane
So only stop to rest yourself
’til you are off again.

So take off your thirsty boots
and stay for a while,
Your feet are hot and weary,
from a dusty mile,
And maybe I can make you laugh,
maybe I can try,
I’m just looking for the evening,
the morning in your eye.

Words (and music) by Eric Andersen

Back Home Again (lyrics by J.Denver)

Saturday, March 4th, 2006

There’s a storm across the valley
Clouds are rollin’ in
The afternoon is heavy on your shoulders
There’s a truck out on the four lane
A mile or more away
The whinin’ of his wheels just makes it colder
He’s an hour away from riding
On your prayers up in the sky
And ten days on the road are barely gone
There’s a fire softly burning
Supper’s on the stove
There’s a light in your eyes that makes him warm
Hey it’s good to be back home again
Sometimes this old farm

To the North

Feels like a long lost friend.
Yes and hey it’s good to be back home again
After all the news to tell him
How’d you spent your time?
And what’s the latest thing the neighbors say?
And your mother called last friday?
‘Sunshine’ made her cry
And you felt the baby move just yesterday
Hey it’s good to be back home again
Sometimes this old farm
Feels like a long lost friend.
Yes and hey it’s good to be back home again. . .

*********

We were back in the hospital again -
but now we’re home.

Home Again

Wednesday, January 11th, 2006

Not so scenic view
Sometimes I wonder if we’re ever gonna make it home again
It’s so far and out of sight
I really need someone to talk to, and nobody else
Knows how to comfort me tonight
Snow is cold, rain is wet
Chills my soul right to the marrow
I won’t be happy till I see you at home again
Till we’re home again and feeling right

Precipitation Promise

(lyrics for the most part by Carole King)

Ruby Tuesday

Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005

She would never say where she came from
Yesterday don’t matter if it’s gone
While the sun is bright
Or in the darkest night
No one knows
She comes and goes

Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I’m gonna miss you…

Don’t question why she needs to be so free
She’ll tell you it’s the only way to be
She just can’t be chained
To a life where nothing’s gained
And nothing’s lost
At such a cost

There’s no time to lose, I heard her say
Catch your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams
And you will lose your mind.
Ain’t life unkind?

Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I’m gonna miss you…

(Jagger/Richards - maybe Jones, not Jagger)

Also a chain restaurant that I never heard of.

And a Long Beach, California bead store with a boring webpage. No links!
I love beads. If I’m going to purchase anything on-line, I’d like to be able to see it.

Can’t Trust That Day

Monday, November 21st, 2005

This morning, I handed the twine to Allan so I could take a photo of what Sugar does to me. She loves helping. Click on the photo to see more detail.

Monday Monday, so good to me,
Monday Monday, it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday morning, Monday morning couldn’t guarantee
That Monday evening you would still be here with me.

Monday Monday, can’t trust that day,
Monday Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be
Oh Monday Monday, how could cou leave and not take me.

Every other day, every other day,
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
You can find me cryin’ all of the time

Monday Monday, so good to me,
Monday Monday, it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday morning, Monday morning couldn’t guarantee
That Monday evening you would still be here with me.

Every other day, every other day,
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
You can find me cryin’ all of the time

Monday Monday . . .

Between these lyrics and California Dreamin’ - I think that at least one member of the Mamas & the Papas suffered from SAD .

A few more links:

Peaceful Valley Farm & Garden Supply - this is where I purchase my mantids.

Nature Nuts - a photoblog from flickr users.

Bug Guide - more great photos & help identifying insects.

The Daily Puppy

The Daily Kitten


10,000 Birds

Didn’t Springsteen write a song about this?

Friday, September 23rd, 2005

Born to run. . .
Time to run to Powell, Wyoming for parts.
Time to run to Billings for parts.
Time to run the parts back to the field or the shop.
Time to run.


Finishing Field One


Starting Field Two