Bird Meets Bulldozer Madelyn, my blonde haired and a little-wild-animal-blooded 14-year old was waiting for me, smiling as I pulled up to the house for lunch. She eagerly came up to my rolled down window, as the warm spring air tousled her hair over her face. She had news: “The killdeer are …
Bonnie Before Time
I felt the pulse of the helicopter before I heard it. The thumping seemed to reverberate through the ground on which I stood, and then, in a blast of rotor wash and noise, the Jet Ranger erupted over the ridge just below me. The ship swung into a curved trajectory aimed for the head of …
Idaho’s Oceanfront Property
It’s a lovely, bright sunshine day over quiet waters. As you look east, surprisingly, there’s no vessels of any kind on the vast body of deep azure blue; and there is no end to it. The sea alone is the horizon, and the sky is dotted with white clouds. There is no haze, typical of coastline …
Pronghorn Power
As we quietly pick our way horseback along the quiet bubbling of Little Hat Creek, you’ll feel them. Perhaps it’s a sixth sense, or acuteness that we aren’t even aware of: smell, maybe, or a fleeting and subconscious capture of their motionless sentry-like form. The perception nags at you. …
Sheep, Wool, Lamb, and Lloyd
The phone was ringing, irritating, as I was hands full, shoving more split wood in the Majestic cook stove in our tiny log home’s kitchen in Freeman Creek. The hungry maw of that and the main woodburner were the only things that kept Caryl and I from absolutely freezing over this long and dark …
Red on Thin Ice
I am grateful. This winter is passing us by without brutality. I feel as if we dodged a bullet this year, while other parts of the US have experienced subzero temperatures and dumps of snow. It’s hard to ranch in the frigid cold. We’ve been there. When it is tough outside, there is this …