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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Friday, May 28, 2010

Dropping in on Prairie Dogs

       In Prairie Dog Town this afternoon, I spotted species of flowers I had not seen before. Urgently, I will photograph them, for unless we have another year of unusual moisture, I may not see these flowers again for several years.
       As I approached the town, already within ear-shot of the dogs barking my presence, I spotted a Jackrabbit.

Entrance to the Prairie Dog Town seemed impassable through the high growth of flowers. I made my way along the wheat field, but returned to the road to find another spot. Finally, I found my way across the tall, thick grass and found the town. I was rewarded by the sight of the dogs there, including the mischievous "mooning" by a pup.

Bird life, as always, was active and prolific at Prairie Dog Town, particularly at this time of year. No Burrowing Owls sighted. Many Mourning Doves, Scissortails, Sparrows, Redwing Blackbirds, Great tailed Grackles, Lark Sparrow, Bullock's Orioles.

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Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
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