May 22, 2017

FAKE: Wildlife, Border Wall, Sensibility and Idealism All Rolled Into One

On the one side, idiots believe a giant wall stretching the length of the U.S. and Mexico border will solve all the immigrant problems, including terrorism, and “make America great again.” On another side you got useless eaters claiming that maintaining space for animals to freely roam between the U.S. and Mexico is more important than the beliefs of wall-builders.

And then there’s this guy. One who thinks it’s very important to put up a wall – actually only a fragmented wall – and, very important to leave corridors for the animals that would be off limits to the illegal immigrants. This he calls a compromise.

Of course if the entire issue was really about border security, or illegal immigration/open borders, then we secure the border.

The author of the linked-to piece, offers hints as to what might actually be behind this effort to stop the building of the wall, but fails in his attempts to fix a fake problem by ignoring those whom he says might be behind the problem. That makes little sense. If there is an actual security problem at the U.S. and Mexico border that requires spending billions of dollars to construct a wall to keep them out (if any wall will actually do that – think tunnels, etc.), then certainly the wall goes up and the animals will somehow (sob, cry, wail, gnash) have to figure out how to survive.

If it’s only half important to waste money on a partial wall, then why spend the money and have any wall at all.

American’s, misled as they are, really have their heads screwed on cross threaded.

Share

Milt’s Corner – Seeking Turtle

SeekingTurtle

Milt Inman Photo

Share

Let Us Turtle

LettuceTurtle

Milt Inman Photo

Share

Milt’s Corner – Water Over the Dam

beaverdam

Share

Rocky Mountain Elk Foundation Video by Scott McKinley

Share

Florida Creatures That Fly and Float

On Easter Sunday, family and friends came to my house for dinner and fun. Close friend Milt and friends also came earlier in the day and Milt and I went to a nearby nature preserve and took a few pictures. This preserve is about 300-yards as the crow flies away from my house.

Below are a few of the photos I took with a caption to go along with it. The caption will be below the photograph.


Photo by Tom Remington
It was a bright and warm day with light breezes. This monarch was clinging to the trees in the breezes.


Photo by Tom Remington
This was a difficult picture to get for two reasons. One, these things wouldn’t stay still long enough to snap a photo, and two, the Amberwing dragonflies are only about one inch long full grown.


Photo by Tom Remington
There was a boardwalk around the perimeter of the small pond in the nature preserve. We were watching an alligator when I heard something over my head. I found this pair of Yellow-Crowned Night Herons sitting in a primitive looking nest and very busy preening themselves, caring little for me.


Photo by Tom Remington
This “bird” also flies but seems to be the odd creature out in the batch of photos. It did fly overhead and quite low so I figured why not?


Photo by Tom Remington
Between the boardwalk and the bank and shore, this alligator laid sunning himself. I got pretty nervous getting into the water so I could get this close-up picture. Ha Ha! NOT! From the boardwalk, this gator wasn’t more than 10 feet away from us. I estimated it to be about 8 feet in length. Not large by Florida gator standards but nothing I’d turn my back to for long.

Share

Wolves in Maine in the 1600s – Part II

Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV
Part V
Part VI

As I wend my way through the book, Early Maine Wildlife – Historical Accounts of Canada lynx, Moose, Mountain Lion, White-Tailed Deer, Wolverine, Wolves, and Woodland Caribou, 1603 – 1930 – by William B. Krohn and Christopher L. Hoving, I found some rather bizarre, yet fascinating writings that I would sooner categorize as tall tales and damned lies, than I would give much credence to actual historic events. However, I am willing to keep an open mind.

The original recordings were done in 1674 by a John Josselyn, found in Colonial Traveler: A Critical Edition of Two Voyages to New England. The authors of this book, Early Maine Wildlife, point out that Josselyn may have been confused by his use of terminology of the creatures he witnessed. For example, in the very first paragraph, Josselyn describes what he believes to be a “Jaccal” (jackal), which according to earlier European accounts and those of the American Indian, a jackal was commonly referred to as a coyote. So, this “Creature much like a Fox, but smaller”, we might only guess – wolverine?, muskrat?, bobcat?

The authors also warn their readers that Josselyn’s “terminology sometimes is misleading and his descriptions frequently fantastic”; or a kind way of saying the guy was mostly a damned liar and wild storyteller, as you will see in the below account.

Which brings us to his accounting of wolves he dealt with in his travels throughout Maine and probably parts of New England. As you will see, as you begin to read, the spelling is atrocious, the sentence structure abysmal and it all makes it difficult to comprehend and follow, but enough to realize how outlandish his story is. I did the best I could to present it exactly as it was presented in the book.

I’d call it tall tales and damned lies and laugh exceedingly over it as great entertainment.

~~~~~

Jaccals there be abundance, which is a Creature much like a Fox, but smaller, they are very frequent in Palestina, or the Holy-land.

The Wolf seeketh to his mate and goes clicketing at the same season with Foxes, and bring forth their whelps as they do, but their kennels are under thick bushes by great Trees in remote places by the swamps, he is to be hunted as the Fox from Holy-rood day till the Annunciation. But there they have a quicker way to destroy them. See New England’s rarities [footnote omitted]. They commonly go in routs, a rout of Wolves is 12 or more, sometimes by couples. In 1664, we found a Wolf asleep in a small dry swamp under an Oake, a great mastiff which we had with us seized upon him, and held him until we had a rope about his neck, by which we brought him home, and tying him to a stake we bated him with smaller Doggs, and had excellent sport; but his hinder legg being broken, they knockt out his brains. Sometime before this we had an excellent course after a single Wolf upon the hard sands of the Sea-side at low water for a mile or two, at last we lost our doggs, it being (as the Lancashire people phrase it) twilight, that is almost dark, and went beyond them, for the mastiff-bitch had seized upon the Wolf being gotten into the Sea, and there held him until one went in and led him out, the bitch keeping her hold until they had tied his leggs, and so carried him home like a Calf upon a staff between two men; being brought into the house they unbound him and set him upon his leggs, he not offering in the lease to bite, or so much as to shew his teeth, but clapping his stern betwixt his leggs, and leering towards the door would willingly have had his liberty, but they served him as they did the other, knockt his brains out, for our doggs were not then in the condition to bait him; their eyes shine by night as a Lanthorn: the Fangs of a Wolf hung about children’s necks keep them from frighting, and a very good to rub their gums with when they are breeding of Teeth, the gall of a Wolf is soveraign for swelling of the sinews; the fiants or dung of a Wolf drunk with white wine helpeth the Collick.

Share