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Almost Eclipse

Leaf stipled shadow

Ninety-eight percent,
turns out isn’t mostly dim,
but sorta smoky

Like those brush fire days
when blazes light up the range
and wind blows our way,

Dimming the mountains.
I expected more twilight–
maybe a few stars.

Still—through the glasses,
the moon slid over the sun,
leaving a crescent.

It grew chill, and still,
and leaf shadows lay stipled.
Not Totality.

 

Squaw Mountain at 11:03 a.m.

Squaw Mountain at 11:21 a.m.

11:38 a.m. “Totality”

Siobhan and lamb, ready for the eclipse!

 

 

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Head Catch Haiku

Tralia, Brittany and Randy on the job

 

Queen of the North Fork–
with Tralia on the job,
the calf’s got no chance!

 

 

Twin Lamb Haiku

Twin lambs on the ground,

Safe and sound with their mama,

Their whole life ahead.

 
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Posted by on May 7, 2017 in Animals, Poetry, Sheep

 

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March

Squaw Mountain with mist

 

 

In like a banshee,
Be wary—the Ides of March
And out like a mist.

Battle Mountain with mist

 
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Posted by on March 31, 2017 in Nature and Wildlife, Poetry

 

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The Sage Grouse Strut

Grouse with the ladies
from the Craig Daily Press

The Sage Grouse Strut

It’s the Sage Grouse strut,
It’s the Sage Grouse stroll,
It’s the Sage Grouse hustle,
We boys are on a roll.

To impress our feathered friends,
we puff and shoot the breeze,
hootin’, “Hey there, ladies—
you’re some fancy chickadees!”

I can thrust my chest out—
like two shiny pearly shields,
I can waggle spotted tail feathers
in these sagebrush springtime fields.

I can flap my grousy wings
with a fancy dancey fly–
that bird with ruffled plumage
can’t even flutter to the sky.

Ten males vying for the attention of the hens

“Hey girls, look here at Big Bird–
Do you like what you see?
I’m the coolest guy out here—
Hey darlin’ chickies, pick me!”

“Just smell that spicy sagebrush,
(you can quit your hiding place)
the hen party should be over,
It’s me you must embrace!

“You may be small and brown,
but you’re winsome as can be–
shake your bootie over here
and make some eggs with me.

“Just ignore that moulty bird
with his wimpy rooster tail.
Take a brushy stroll with me
along this sagey trail.

Antelope hanging out with the grouse

“I’m a’stompin’ and a’struttin’
upon this crowded lek.
Forget your frumpy henfriends—
I’m at your call and beck.

“I’m the coolest cockerel–
see that rooster over there
can hardly puff his chest out,
He’s only suckin’ air.

“That chicken who is struttin’
and a’prancin’ through the sage
couldn’t hardly get a date
if he was dancin’ on a stage,

“and that struttin’ fool you see
is nothin’ but a poult.
if you study him real close
he’s about to start to moult.

“Don’t even take a look–
that cocky dude is not the best.
He’ll love ya and he’ll leave ya
with chicks tucked in the nest.

“Just ignore those other birds,
with their inferior display,
I’m the ace who offers
the best sort of DNA.

“I’m the best grouse on the lek,
I’m a struttin’ fool, you see–
so take the Sage Grouse stroll
through the scented brush with me!

“It’s the Sage Grouse strut
It’s the Sage Grouse dance,
Step right up, you sexy hen,
it’s time for Grouse romance!”

Teacher Cindy Cobb and Wildlife Biologist Tony Mong answer third grade students’ questions. during Greater Sage Grouse field trip. Photographer Noppadol Paothong from the Missouri Department of Conservation documents it all. That ‘s Maeve on the lower right in the pink coat.

 

 

 

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Waiting for the green

Cows at Powder Flat

 

 

Waiting for the green

Snow melt seeps and soaks the roots

Of summer’s bounty

finding the burrs

plenty to eat

 
 

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Hoarfrost Haiku

hoarfrost-on-fence

Hoarfrost stars sparkling,

meteors blazing a cold

ephemeral light.

 
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Posted by on February 16, 2017 in Nature and Wildlife, Poetry

 

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