Tuesday slipped past me—Tuesday is normally my Blog-day.
I’ve been working so hard on my Prairie Report, I haven’t thought of much else. Although I scared myself last night when I was complaining about the state of the state, not just Oregon, all of the states. I gave myself a headache as a result. So, I went inside the house, took two aspirins, and got rid of it.
And ripped up those pages.
Wednesday
Morning, I am out in my truck again with Sweetpea and coffee. This time, I parked next to an abandoned house for sale on 126 acres, not far from where we live. I figured I could sit here, attempt to get some rays, and watch the sheep in the field while I write to you guys.
It has begun to rain.
And those sheep in the field are out in the wet, and so are their babies. They don’t seem to pay much attention to the water falling on them—I guess those coats are pretty water repellent, with all that lanolin coating them.
Those babies know which dam is their mother, although I see a group of youngsters running together—whoops, two twins decided to stop by their mother for a snack.
The babies are youngsters, not babies, and run with the pack rather than huddle under mother most of the time. The rain stopped almost as fast as their snack time.
The fields are immense, 126 acres on this property so the ad says. $1,475,000 for the property with a house built in 1915. The land is rented for the sheep although their aren’t many sheep on it, only about 50 spread out over the abundance of green that covers the land.
This is a Zillow picture, I was curious about it. There were no vehicles parked beside the house when I was there, and I don't see any sheep in the fields, but they were there today.
Wise words:
“Healing is so hard because it’s a constant battle between your inner child, who is scared and just wants safety, and your inner teenager, who’s angry and wants justice, and your adult self, who is just tired and wants peace.”
--vensachingautamtero
Good news--tigers
Praise for the people in Kazakhstan who are implementing a reforesting of the land and a return of the tigers.
Kazakhstan, a country in Central Asia bordering Russia, is gearing up to bring the tigers back by planting 37,000 new trees for refuge and cover.
Kazakhstan has been inhabited since the Paleolithic era, and the Botai culture there is credited with domesticating horses around 3700-3100 B.C. The nomadic people of the country were pasturing their herds at about the same time as they traveled.
Now a team is making a grand effort to bring the tigers back to the wild places in the country’s south along the IIe River and Lake Balkhash. This area once sheltered the big cats.
The re-wilding isn’t just about the cats; the team has carefully chosen willows, poplars and other trees known to support deer and antelope that the tigers need to survive.
Already, wild grazers are foraging among the new growth, evidence that the landscape is slowly coming back to life. And soon, a pair of Amur tigers from the Netherlands may become the first of their kind in decades to roam Kazakhstan.
I didn’t know where Kazakhstan existed. It’s among other countries that end in “stan.”
