Picaresque

Picaresque is the adjective to describe writings about a common or low character who survives the pitfalls of life through luck or good fortune. My travels, interests, my animals, my photographs, my wonderful friends and family are featured.

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Location: Arapahoe, Wyoming, United States

(Note: Blogs read from bottom to top; scroll down for beginnings, scroll up for most current.) After 30 years in public administration and four degrees, as well as numerous workshops with luminaries in Education and Public Policy, life in a slower lane became a goal. Most recently I have done policy writing and consulting for the Northern Arapaho and Eastern Shoshone Tribes. Mostly, I am just coasting slowly and gently downhill these days-seeking joy where I can find it before the glorious ride ends.

Monday, June 02, 2008

Killer Squirrels

How on earth squirrels found their way across the prairie to my natural habitat garden, I don't know. Two of them had a ferocious battle. They were hot. They can use the tree canopy to cover about an acre. I am evaluating whether they are welcome or not. It seems I have fewer desirable birds than in the past. The Grackles will give them what-for if their nests are threatened. I am not crazy about the Grackles either. My concept/goal is of an Ashram-peacefulness reigns. Then the bullies move in. Kind of like Jackson Hole.

The dogs were mellow today. They played so hard yesterday they needed a rest, I think. It worked out well for me. I got a lot done with my little buddies just kind of hanging around. I set some fence posts and fixed fence, whacked weeds, did some laundry, pruned some shrubs, mowed part of the lawn and otherwise made myself useful to myself. Filled the stock tank for the Feglers and fed a flake of hay to the cows in the nursery-the llamas were hunting water and the cows were begging.

Honey's leash training was not the best- she got the leash in her mouth and got behind me and kept jumping on my butt. But she really enjoyed the session. She is not averse to having it on and that counts for something. (I guess) All the Pyr literature says keep it positive- don't lose patience. And she does seem to "get it" when I calm her down mildly. She is digging a hole clear to China. I tried that when I was a kid. She already has surpassed my poor effort. Buster is a saint with her. I appreciate him so much. If he weren't a good babysitter, I would be starkers.

Cool, (actually chilly) mornings and evenings but beautiful days. No human voices today and that opens up a peaceful place for me.
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