Porch Donkey Animal of the Year
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Well, the new year started out with a deer hunt, so I've spent the week cooking like the weather was nasty and beside the stove was the best seat in the house.... hey! It was ! I stayed warm making brownies, green chile chicken soup, porkchops and sweet potatoes, greenchile cheeseburgers on homemade buns, apple pie...... and on and on... you get the idea. Now I am down to two residual hunters for the weekend, then swelling back to a population of three by next week.
It's been a hard hunt with all the snow. Nothing like trying to sneak up on a buck while the snow is crunching under your boots!
Well.... New Years came and went and we did our annual New Years rituals of electing Animal of the Year and getting a tarot card reading for the upcoming year. I am supposed to recieve a small amount of money..... hmmm, that probably means people will not stiff me for a tip at my waitress job. We love our tarot card readings and spend hours talking about what they might possibly mean and how the one for the prior year turned out. It's a wonderful ritual.
There was some degree of tension over the question of Animal of the Year. Most of the clan was eliminated in the first round. None of the canines or felines had done anything remarkable. Hmmm. The animal with the most positive attitude finally emerged as the winner.... that's right Tobiah, with his always affectionate and placid ways was unanimously proclaimed "Animal of the Year". We rushed out to the paddock to tell him, but he is so humble that it didn't seem to matter.
Yrs,
JRW
Well, the new year started out with a deer hunt, so I've spent the week cooking like the weather was nasty and beside the stove was the best seat in the house.... hey! It was ! I stayed warm making brownies, green chile chicken soup, porkchops and sweet potatoes, greenchile cheeseburgers on homemade buns, apple pie...... and on and on... you get the idea. Now I am down to two residual hunters for the weekend, then swelling back to a population of three by next week.
It's been a hard hunt with all the snow. Nothing like trying to sneak up on a buck while the snow is crunching under your boots!
Well.... New Years came and went and we did our annual New Years rituals of electing Animal of the Year and getting a tarot card reading for the upcoming year. I am supposed to recieve a small amount of money..... hmmm, that probably means people will not stiff me for a tip at my waitress job. We love our tarot card readings and spend hours talking about what they might possibly mean and how the one for the prior year turned out. It's a wonderful ritual.
There was some degree of tension over the question of Animal of the Year. Most of the clan was eliminated in the first round. None of the canines or felines had done anything remarkable. Hmmm. The animal with the most positive attitude finally emerged as the winner.... that's right Tobiah, with his always affectionate and placid ways was unanimously proclaimed "Animal of the Year". We rushed out to the paddock to tell him, but he is so humble that it didn't seem to matter.Yrs,
JRW
5 Comments:
Great photo! Great blog!!
Happy to have you back online!
Thought hunting camps were only in the fall.
Great picture BUT altho' I can easily recognize you & Toby (as he almost had my fingers with his oatmeal one morning last year), that man with you in the family photo is not the infamous Stud Puppy!
It's not a family photo.... we took it to be in the Proceedings of the 2004 Rare Plant Conference as the "About the editors" section. That is John Anderson from the BLM in western Arizona. I just thought the photo captured the essence of porch-donkey-ness.
Winter hunting camps are hard. They want heat. Those wimps!!! So far no deer wrapped around an arrow.
Whew! It's a relief to have the mystery-man id'd.
Hope those deer & elk keep escaping the arrows. Remember silently watching a group of deer moving across the mesa wall in Chaco?
I for one, was not surprised to learn that the felines had done nothing remarkable, in front of humans at least. Theirs is a difficult task; to remain rulers of the known universe and to not let anyone know what they are doing of have done.
But a picture of a cat sleeping on the porchmight be a feline-security-risk....
Glad you are warm
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