Thursday, December 30, 2010

New tractor!

"Oh hey look at this. If I sit here long enough I'll turn into a snowman" Roy thinks.

"Oh my gosh! Roy is soo slow. Doesn't take much"
"Owh! This shit gets in your eyes"
"Good thing I got my new tractor delivered" thinks Colleen.
Yeah, Yeah, the blue one, the new one. The '72 International one, that's the current one, without breaks and doesn't start in the winter.
Perfect timing on the delivery. I get to use it this winter to plow my driveway.
I had the dealer take the International back with him to the shop and check the brakes...and I didn't have to pay the transport charge. Yeah.
Here's the new kid on the block. In the spring it is going up to Boundary Creek to live with its older brother, a HUGE 2002 New Holland I have up there. Yes, I have TWO awesome New Holland tractors at Boundary Creek, and a '72 International with no brakes at McArthur. Hm, different funding sources.
But like I said, I get to use it at McArthur over the winter to plow. However, that's a 60 mile trasport between the two areas. Like the enclosed cab, ...heated, with a radio!

Saturday, December 18, 2010

porked out

I just cracked up when Roy and Reena came back the other day, I couldn't get over how fat they were.

Like I always say, Roy loves his roadkill. The only thing he loves more than me. Whenever he is not at me feet, it is always only roadkill that will take him away. Comes back as fat as a stuck pig, see for yourself.

And this time, Reena decided to take part. She never has before. It is just too hilarious to me how fat they both are. Compare the fat coma photos to the skinny photos. You might also notice, it was hard to get them to lie still when they were skinny. However, after their pig out, its ohhh, I'm so full. I can't move.

Fat comatose Roy. I think I'm gonna have to barf!
OMG so this is what Reena would look like if she were pregnant with like 30 puppies?
Skinny energetic Reena.
I'm bored, when is our next run?
Skiny nervous Roy, I don't want to lie down.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Christening my truck

Katy, I did it. Is this what you had in mind :)

Katy thought my new truck needed some attitude, and rightly so. Something like "FEAR THIS" across the front windshield. I might have went with that. She apparently decided to go just a little more feminine, and got me a pink Superman sticker. My favorite song ;)

So..... here's my girl with her new spangles. When I was getting duplicate keys, I found a matching key chain which hangs from the rearview mirror. Like it?

I haven't found her name yet; I think I have to get to know her better. She did make it up my driveway through a foot of snow no problem. She's got a big heart in that V8 engine. The Super Girl image fits.

I need to get one of those bumper stickers "Silly boys, trucks are for girls".



Saturday, December 4, 2010

Praise the Lord!

I made it Home!! And safe and sound!! Amen.
So after my week stuck in Boise, I made it home. I was is Boise a week becuase .....well because first, I rolled my truck on icy I-82 driving down to Boise the day before Thanksgiving. Luckily, and becuase God loves me, everyone in the accident was unscathed, including my dogs. (For a while I thought Reena might have been killed under the truck as she was no where to be seen after the accident, turns out she must have jumped through a broken window and ran off. And amazingly she came back to the accident scene hours later. The officer was able to drive me back to the scene that evening after I had been to the hospital and I was able to find her.

I made it to Boise Thursday night for a not-yet left-over Thanksgiving dinner at Jaenna's. It was all still on the table and wonderfully yummy yummy. I spent the weekend at the GSH Trial. Even ran Reena twice...and she did really well in my book. Better than the last time I worked her 12 months ago :). Guess she can continue to learn, even when I don't train her!

Maybe I won't train her anymore. And we'll continue to trial. And she'll continue to get better and better. And then we'll win! And I will say "I owe it all to you Reena" "You are my hero and inspiration. I couldn't have done with out you, while sitting on the couch every evening watching TV."

No problem, Reena says. "Just continue to leave the door open every eveing from 5-8 so I can take off to the woods to be free and run around. Don't worry, I'll be back."

I soon find out herding lessons are held in town at 6-7 pm, M-W-F.

The other days, I'm pretty sure she's running around the woods.

Yes, I've heard the rumors about a red wolf hanging out down by the local bars near the Chic-N-Chop. But really, the witnesses are hardly credible, either drunk or over 90 yrs old. And with the wolf scare around here, big-bad wolves are every where and blamed for everything. I just don't buy it. And Reena would never do such a thing any way. I'm sure she's in the woods.

I also spent the weekend shopping for a new truck! I ended up getting a really nice Toyota Tundra.

Then, once I had aquired wheels and was ready to head back home, which was already Tues, Boise had a really bad storm and the roads were just impossible. Boise State even closed for the day. Then following day I again tried to leave. The roads were still quite bad, but better. I made it slowly across the states, thankfull for every hour of driving I made, thinking I might have to get a hotel. I was white-knuckling it the whole way. At the begining I thought it was because the roads were questionable to bad, and I didn't think I should really be on the roads. At the Tri-cities I was sure the roads were good, just wet, and no ice since it was 38 degrees. An hour north of that the roads were even dry all the way to Spokane. But I was still white-knucking it and couldn't make myself drive faster. Not sure if that was me being smart or me being terrified to drive.

Anyway, I came home to a driveway with two feet of snow and ice all over the place. Here are some photos. And all kinds of wildlife had been hanging out around the house all week that we were gone. Wild turkey tracks by my front door, elk and deer tracks on the hill by the firepit. Guess with my dogs around, I don't get to see all the wildlife around me that would otherwise be in my backyard.

I had a great time in seeing you all. Till I make it down next time! Best keep your kareokee vocals warmed up.

Front porch


Back porch
Turkey tracks.
My way awesome new truck! A Toyota Tundra with a topper!

Sunday, October 24, 2010

wiley wildlife

I just had a revelation today that put a curious picture in my head. A pack of coyotes under a pear tree trying to eat all the pears they can reach.

I kept seeing coyote scat on the power-line trail behind my house that looked more like bear scat because it was full of some sort of fruit pieces, skin and seeds. I knew it wasn't bear just by the number of piles (one bear once would maybe be possible but not 15) and I've heard coyotes right out side my house lately. I love that!

Also, recently one night, the coyotes were yelping on the hill just beyond the shop, like 200 ft away! I stepped outside to listen and Reena streaked past me and ran out to meet them. She didn't come back for like an hour! Bi-atch! Once she did, I again heard the coyotes in the same spot, .....so I am assuming she did meet them? Since then, Reena has been taking to streaking off every morning when I let them out to pee. She always runs over to the same hill side. She'll come back in five minutes after she checks out where they coyotes peed, etc. I hear them most nights too.

I walked over to the pear tree on the hillside with the dogs and Reena was checking everything out. I looked around and found a whole bunch of piles of coyote scat full of pears....that was the fruit they had been eating. Just seems kinda silly to picture a pack of coyotes hanging out under a pear tree trying to get the pears off. My neighbors must have an amazing view of it because the pear tree is only 50 feet from their big picture window.

Oh, and a guy who lives just a half mile south of the pear tree, called one of our biologist the other day and said he had what he thought were 5 wolves in his back yard right at that moment, 12:30 in the afternoon. However, if you didn't know, Gov. Otter has declared that the State of Idaho will no longer work with the Feds in dealing with wolf issues. So the biologist had to tell him we cannot help him in any way and he needs to call Wildlife Services. I am pretty sure they are the same coyotes that hang around my house and not wolves. Wolves and coyotes don't do well with sharing territory.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Mineral Ridge

Lookey here, I finally learned how split firewood! Took lots of practice, and the fact that the wood is actually dry this year. I tried splitting all this wood last fall when right after it was first cut down so it was really green then, ...and that's why I couldn't split it. Yes, uh huh. Ok, and I didn't actually split all that wood in the photo, my technician did most of it, but I did about half of it. That's better than 0. I was afraid I was going to hack my legs off too, everytime I would miss the log, it would swing directly towards one shin or another. Too scary.


Went on a hike this weekend with an online MeetIn hiking group in CDA. It's the first event with the group I've attended, and I dragged Kathy along with me. But it was a beautiful hike on Mineral Ridge trail, over looking Lake Coeur d'Alene. Gorgeous right.






And here's Kathy with her two crazy labs, Harley and Whitney. They are both huge dogs, like 80 and 90 lbs. And all lab.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Precious

I'm working away and look over to see this! My pets can't usually stand being this close together, let alone in the same small room. A little sunshine brings them toegther....peacefully.


Saturday, October 2, 2010

The Rest of the Story

Moose gave couple quite a charge

Rich Landers The Spokesman-Review

With the speed of a galloping moose, a Spokane couple’s leisurely walk in the woods went ballistic last week.

Gary and Lisa Marks had left their Lake Coeur d’Alene cabin southwest of Carlin Bay to exercise their legs on their favorite trails near N-Sid-Sen Camp and Conference Center.

They were joined, as usual, by their 10-pound terri-poo and 6-pound Yorkshire terrier.

“Nobody was around,” Gary recalled, “and I’d been hearing about bears being aggressive because of the poor huckleberry crop, so I put my pistol in my belt pack. I don’t normally hike with a handgun.”

A couple of miles into the hike, they were in a thickly vegetated area as they rounded a curve and saw a cow moose about 30 yards ahead.

“She looked at us and then turned away, so Lisa and I turned and ran back around the bend and out of sight,” Gary said.

That started the clock on the most terrifying 30 seconds of their lives.

When they looked back, the moose was walking around the bend. Then 600 pounds of muscle and hooves started trotting toward them.

“We had no out,” Gary said. “Thick brush lined the trail, which is an old overgrown road.”

Marks pulled his pistol from his belt pack and fired a shot to scare the moose.

Indeed, it stopped, but the frightened dogs streaked down the trail.

“She paused a second and then ran right at us,” Gary said. “I told Lisa to run while I stood ground. I thought the moose would take after me and I’d crash down off the road into the brush and lure it away or shoot or whatever.”

But the moose was focused on the runners.

“It was coming right past me, going very fast, just a few feet away and I realized it was after Lisa. I had to save my wife, so I fired.”

The moose’s momentum took it another 25 yards until it crumpled, mortally wounded.

“It was 5 feet from my heels,” Lisa said.

Dave Overman, Idaho Fish and Game Department enforcement officer, described Marks’ shot as “one in a million.”

“It entered forward of the shoulder, somehow missed all the bone and went into the heart,” he said after investigating. It’s rutting season and bulls are more aggressive, but that doesn’t account for the cow’s charge.

“She had been lactating, so she may have had a calf nearby,” Overman said, although no calf was seen. “A calf would be big enough to survive on its own.”

The Markses quickly reported the incident to Idaho Fish and Game Department. After nearly 3 hours of butchering, several hundred pounds of meat was salvaged, taken to the American Legion in Post Falls and distributed to needy families, Overman said.

“I’m not surprised that a moose charged these people,” he said. “I’m surprised it doesn’t happen more often. We have a lot of moose around and I see videos of people going up to them like they’re pets.

“Moose are the least timid of the deer family. They’re not afraid of much.

“Around here, you’re more likely to have a dangerous encounter with a moose than with a bear.”

Woody Myers has been charged by moose three times in his line of work as the Washington biologist who gets the call to shoot tranquilizing darts into nuisance moose that must be relocated.

In two cases near Spokane he was able to duck behind a tree and the moose ran by.

Once, where he had nothing to put between him and the moose, he stood his ground.

“I waved my arms and yelled and it veered off,” he said. … “That’s not enough experience to come to definite conclusions. I can’t say there’s a good or bad thing to do when a moose charges.

“Running probably isn’t a good idea if you can’t get to safety before the moose catches up to you.

A moose hanging around Lake Coeur d’Alene is likely to have had at least one bad experience with dogs, Overman said.

“Just the smell of dogs may have set that cow moose into a protective mode,” he said. “Maybe it decided it was going to stomp on the dogs, and people just happened to be in the way.”

Myers was with a wildlife enforcement officer who successfully used pepper spray on a belligerent moose at the Mount Spokane cross-country ski area.

Alaska Fish and Game officers have had good results with Tasers in their run-ins with moose.

On the other hand, big-game hunters can tell you that a moose rarely drops in its tracks even when shot in the chest with a high-powered rifle.

“If I were to advise somebody on how to respond to an aggressive moose, I would say back out of the situation and give the animal a wide berth,” Myers said. “If you have a loose dog, though, you still might have trouble.”

Lisa Marks was still having trouble sleeping this week, and Gary said he still feels terrible.

“We know we’re lucky,” he said. “But we feel as though we survived a plane crash and everybody else but us died.”

Contact Rich Landers at 459-5508 or e-mail richl@spokesman.com

Sunday, September 26, 2010

DO Duty

Every month or so I have to work Duty Officer at the Regional Office, which entails helping field calls from the front desk. The first time I worked DO, I had to go out and put a deer with two broken legs down because she was hit by a car in a subdivision. As soon as I got back, at 4:30 mind you, I'm asked "where was that deer at? Oh, well you have anther one that needs to be put down." So I then had to shoot a fawn with a broken back, again in a new subdivision.

So Friday I had to work DO again. As the DO, the ladies up front love to pass on the dirty work to you:) One of the girls gets a phone call and says, can you hold for a moment please,.....oh DO, you have a call. I pick up the phone to "I want to report a moose attack". So these two young guys from Pennsylvania were hunting elk and a cow and a bull moose charged them... so they shot them. Really. Apparently they feared for their life. And why did they charge you? So two dead moose without moose tags. But ok, I get a Conservation Officer on the case who can determine if the story is true based on the distance of fire, location of the bullet wound, etc. An hour later I pick up the phone and this guy is all excited and out of breath..... "I just shot a moose...it was chasing my wife....I had to." They were just hiking down a trail with their dog, and out of nowhere a cow moose comes charging down the trail at them, and fearing for their life, he pulls out his pistol and drops the moose on the trail. Another dead moose with no tag. I'm sure a charging moose is a very scary thing, yes, they could do alot of bodily damage. But just doesn't seem right that people can't go into the woods without freaking out and shooting any wildlife they see. You live in the woods, learn to deal with it. Another call the same day...yeah, no killing otters because they're pooping on your nice boat dock. Cause I also got a call from an otter that was complaining about a family that built their house on his lake and wanted me to put the family down. And from personal experience, I'm scared of otters, they're as vindictive as the mob, so I'm taking the otters side.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Awesome photos (not mine)

So check out all these awesome photos! My technician took them -he has an awesome camera and knows how to use it. All of these photos were taken at the two Wildlife Management Areas I manage. I saw a black bear, could be the same one, when I was there this morning. It was right in the middle of the road in front of me so I got an awesome (do I use that word alot?) upclose view. Yeah, most days I love my job. But then again, some people really know how to throw a wrench in it! Community management. Some people need a job, or grandkids. That's all I'm gonna say. Just enjoy the photos.
Great horned owl.
Cinnamon teal.
Cedar waxwing.
Mallard chicks with a merganser chick thrown in there....can you find the one without the stripped face. Hmmm?
Red-tailed hawk.
Northern shovelor.
Greater yellowlegs.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

young raptor

The last time I drove to Boise, in some minuscule town in OR, I happened upon a fledgling Swainson's hawk in the middle of the road, who apparently wasn't sure how to fly from the ground. Its parent was in a nearby tree. But since it was in the road with only 15 feet or shoulder up to the side of a storage unit building that stretched several hundred feet along the roadside, I didn't see it finding a safe flight zone before it got hit by a vehicle. So I grabbed a blanket from the truck and captured the guy. I walked a couple hundred feet down the road to a gas station with nothing but crop fields around it...I told you it was a little town. I put the little one on a fence post and hoped it learned a lesson to grow into a smarter bird for the experience :) Who knows. A biologist/falconer told me that only about 1/3 of raptor chicks survive to adulthood because most are just not smart enough or tough enough to learn what it takes to survive as a raptor. So when you are awed by the regal power of a raptor, you should be, because apparently it is not a given just being born a raptor.

You can see it using it's nictitating membrane, or third eyelid, in this photo compared to the photo below. Kinda gross eh.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

nests, nests, nests

Another installment from my photo files.

This woodduck box is only 20 ft from my back deck. This female woodduck checked it out for a few days, but I imagine the house/dog activity changed her mind. This is the inside of a different woodduck box down by the lake. Prime realty here and looks like it produced a brood.
Here is a mallard nest tunnel that we put up on the WMA. They don't really get used much, I like to think because there is lots of natural habitat :)

This is a natural mallard nest that was predated. The eggs were eaten and are sitting outside the nest. Don't know if the nest is obvious, but it is under the dead braken fern. The duck bent over the tops to create a tee-pee over the nest.
This is a blue-wing or cinnamon teal nest, too difficult to identify the female as she took off.
And this is a red-necked grebe nest. Grebes make floating nests within emergent vegetation of rush and cattials.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

otter attack....for real

Do you remember last year when I posted photos of the cute little otter I trapped and relocated. Well this year we caught his mamma or daddy, who wasn't CUTE AT ALL....but a little Fucker!


We drove to Pack River and released the guy. I opened the trap door and it shot out like a bullet, ran 30 ft, turned around and looked at us, ...and then came right back, out and around me, and attacked me from behind! Took a friggin big old bite in my calf! Holy crap! I couldn't believe it, it was clear and free to go. But he/she decided it wasn't going to leave without evening the score. Why it picked me...jeeze. I shook it off and ran for the truck while Steve picked up rocks and threw them at it.

Have you ever seen otter teeth?



Yeah! And it left a little bloody smiley face on my leg!

Friday, August 6, 2010

the Aliens have landed!

And it looks like they swim.

And get mad if you take their photo.
And can grow their heads.
Looks like they have males and females too.
A few other silly looking folks.
White-faced ibis.
American bittern; they stretch their necks real tall to hide in the reeds, doesn't work so well when you're not in the reeds.
And a pied-billed grebe.