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Headline of the Month: Free the Carousel Horses!

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https://www.dailywire.com/news/petas-coming-for-your-kids-favorite-carnival-ride

In the last few years, quite a few actual headlines have sounded like jokes … but I think this one is the jokiest of all. In fact, I once saw a comic where a kid, dressed as the back half of a camel at a Nativity display, is “liberated” by PETA.

Him: I’m not really a camel.

PETA activist: Don’t tell me they’ve brainwashed you too!

Now that joke has become a reality.

“Animal-themed carousel sets reinforce the notion that these sentient beings are simply here for our entertainment, rather than individuals with the same capacity to experience fear, pain, joy, and love as any of us,” the letter added.

PETA President Ingrid Newkirk said in a press release, “Children learn through play, and teaching them to have respect and compassion for all living, feeling beings can help create a more just and merciful world.”

actually from this article

Right. Kids will never learn to love animals if they are allowed to interact with … portrayals of animals. They will never want to ride on or care for real horses if they are allowed to ride on artificial horses. We should remove all references to animals from their environment, and then they will become animal lovers.

Poem: Almost Zero

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The reservoir is all locked in.

Its tessellations enfold the old grain tower,

which is no longer free to dance, hopping, in and out the edge of the water

as it usually does.

The tower is left over from the old city,

which is now shrunk down in its new place —

hope you chose well,

you’re not going anywhere,

at least not until Spring.

Still there is some surface movement:

vehicles creeping and squeaking to their important places,

a train whisking through town,

red lights winking

over across the sweep of the lake,

on the pale grey mountains.

Latest View of Big Southern Butte

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Can you spot it?

This wasn’t done from a photograph, as you can tell by the lack of detail. It wasn’t done plein-air either, but it was closer to a plein-air painting.

A few weeks ago, after I had gone outside to feed the hens, I was greeted by this scene. The sun hadn’t yet reached our homestead, but it was striking the hills up northaway. I stood there for a few moments memorizing the colors and thinking about how I would paint it. Then, over the course of the next week, whenever I had a chance I would add to the painting. I painted only when there was natural light in the studio. Pretend plein-air, if you will.

Let me show you my process …

Step 1: cover the canvas in light green for the sky and light grey for the predawn snow.

Step 2: add BSB and its mountain friends in appropriate dawn colors.

Step 3: the lava fields near them have not yet been hit by the sun, so they are navy blue.

Step 4: add stripes of cloud, just as they looked on that morning.

And finally, add distant trees, canal edge, ploughed-up snowy field with tire tracks, and black road with tire tracks in the snow.

Merry Christmas!

Baby Chicks’ Field Trip

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This is their first trip outside in the grazer after being in the garage under the red heat lamp. As you can see, their main concern is to drink water.

After the Great Chicken Massacre of 2023, we waited impatiently until we could buy more chickens at the farm store. This time, we bought one of each kind of layer they had. With these seven, plus Jane Wayne, our run will be full up.

If they all survive to adulthood, we will have …

  • Henrietta (the Americauna – dark stripe down her back)
  • Lapis (the Sapphire Gem)
  • Mad Max (the Rhode Island Red)
  • Sally (the Buff Orpington)
  • Susan Kamkwamba (the Brown)
  • Barb (the Barred Rock)
  • Fatima Leghorn (the white Leghorn)

… in addition to big sister Jane Wayne.

Mesa Falls, Idaho

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Mesa Falls is located up in the northeastern area of Idaho. If you head due east from there, you’ll find yourself crossing the border into Wyoming and into Yellowstone National Park. It’s also near popular campsite Island Park, as well as near lots of hunting and fly fishing, well-positioned to attract people who are enjoying all the beauties of the region.

As you can see from the map above, Mesa Falls lies in part of an old caldera. The earth’s crust has moved, putting the fresh caldera under Yellowstone National Park. Hence the geysers that can be found in Yellowstone, and the eerie, sulfur-scented, brightly colored, deadly hot springs (which incidentally play a cameo role in my book The Strange Land).

This summer, I went up to Ashton, Idaho for a writing retreat. (What was I writing? That is for me to know and for you to find out!) Ashton is a relatively small, relatively remote town, but it’s touristy because of its proximity to hunting, fishing, and the Yellowstone area. I stayed in a mom ‘n’ pop motel consisting of camping cabins that have been there for ages.

On the way back from Ashton to my home stompin’ grounds, it would have made sense for me just to get on the highway and go south. But my husband has hike radar, which lets him know whenever he is within twelve hours’ drive of a good hike. This radar also works remotely, when someone he knows is in range of a good hike. So he let me know that I should go north instead, view Mesa Falls, and then head back. As it was a Sunday afternoon, I did so.

Mesa Falls is on a forest service road or something like that, so my paper map actually showed the road ending well before I got there. Thankfully, in real life it continued.

Here is proof I was there.

The hike was not at all demanding. There’s a capacious parking lot ($5 entry, envelope system), and then a series of well-maintained steps and boardwalks that bring you down to the very top of the falls, with many specially designed niches for selfies.

I did not bother to photograph the other falls-goers, but place was packed.

Now I’ll post some short videos I took of the falls.

The cliff opposite the falls was lush and green due to the permanent plume of mist that hits it.