Here's a video of a black colored grey wolf walking across the road in Lamar Valley. He looks a bit curious about the vehicle, but finally decides it isn't worth his time. Enjoy! =]:)
Black Wolf in Lamar Valley8:42:00 AM
My New Favorite Word12:00:00 AM
My favorite word this time of year is hóónobee' wónooyoo' cec which is Arapaho for Happy New Year!
This is a tough one to pronounce, but if you go to the following link, you can listen to the word. You'll find it near the bottom of the page: https://goo.gl/pCVdLo
Have a wonderful, healthy and Happy New Year! =]:)
Bighorn Sheep Gets Headache11:18:00 PM
The bighorn sheep (Ovis canadensis) named for its large horns is native to North America . Their horns can weigh up to 30 lbs, while the sheep weigh up to 300 lbs, but occasionally exceed 500 lbs. The bighorn sheep rut starts in November.
What does that mean? Glad you asked!
Bighorn sheep rutting is when the males (rams) challenge one another by crashing their horns together. Ouch! How do they withstand the intense headbutts? Ram skulls have two layers of bone above the brain that function as a shock absorber for head-on fighting.
Bighorn sheep prefer alpine meadows, grassy mountain slopes, and foothill country near rugged, rocky cliffs and bluffs. Since bighorn sheep can't move though deep snow, they prefer drier slopes, where the annual snowfall is less than about 60 inches a year. A bighorn's winter range usually lies at lower elevations than its summer range.
Spotting bighorn sheep in Yellowstone is rare. There are only about 200 of them in the park. So, seeing them is quite a thrill. If you want your best chance at running into some, you might try the slopes of Mount Washburn along Dunraven Pass in the summer months, Year-round in Gardner Canyon between Mammoth and the North Entrance, and on the cliffs along the Yellowstone River opposite Calcite Springs; above Soda Butte; and in the backcountry of the eastern Absarokas.
If you'd like to watch a very short video of bighorn sheep rutting, (banging horns together) please click play on the video below. Enjoy! =]:)
My New Favorite Word6:30:00 AM
It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light. - Aristotle Onassis
Pronounced: (ˈfʌlɡə; ˈfʌlɡɔː) https://youtu.be/UNcCnzL_IvA
Have a great rest of the week. =]:)
When You Need Some Space10:59:00 PM
When I was a youngster, I used to suffer from occasional panic attacks. If you've never experienced one, I hope you never will. They aren't something you can explain in any tangible way, but when you are in the middle of one, it's like the end of the world. You are... locked in.
I remember one of the attacks I had, because it was when my Grandpa and I went fishing and I wrote it up in my journal. It was also a turning point for me and was the beginning of my way out of the panic.
We hiked up to the lake where we always went. It was a beautiful summer day and it was quiet and peaceful with the occasional bird chirping and dragonfly's buzzing. We cast in our lines and sat on the bank, cracking open a ginger-ale and unwrapping the sandwiches we brought along. And then we did what we always really went up there for, to spend some time together and talk. He told me about whatever project he had going the previous week, and then I began telling him about an important school project I was working on, and then it started to overtake me. Another panic attack that I dreaded so much.
I was suddenly someplace else. A dark grey place in my mind, and it was smothering me. I tried to stand up because I thought that would shake me out of it but it never did. Then I felt my Grandpa's hand on my shoulder, and he gently pulled me back to the ground. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight and then I didn't feel like I was falling anymore.
I remember he was slowly rocking us back and forth as he spoke to me. "Close your eyes, Peter."
"No, I can't. It's too dark." My hands were gripping his arm tightly.
"Please... just close your eyes now and imagine the biggest open meadow you've ever seen."
I squeezed my eyes shut tight, and in my mind I saw a vast valley with no trees or anything slowly form out of the darkness and grow brighter. Just miles and miles of green grass and open rolling hills. "Do you see it?" he asked.
I was shaking and it was difficult to speak but I choked out the words, "I see it, Grandpa".
"Good boy, now in your mind, stand there and put your arms out by your side and just breathe. Let the air fill your lungs until they feel like big balloons. That's it. Now let it out slowly and then take another deep breath." He was gently rubbing my upper back as he spoke to me.
I saw myself taking deep breaths in the meadow, and I realized that I was taking the breaths along with my imaginary self and I started to feel a little better.
"Now, Peter, he said, run as fast as you can across that meadow and feel how vast, open and free it is. You can't feel closed in there because there's nothing between you and the meadow."
I imagined myself laughing and running and jumping across the green hills and I felt free again. By this time, the panic attack was subsiding, and I sat up. "Thanks, Grandpa. I'm alright now." He handed me a can of ginger-ale. I wiped the cold can across my forehead. I cracked it open and took a long drink.
"Peter. Is this about what I think it is? Because of what happened, are you trying to do everything perfect again?"
I remember I didn't look at him. I'm not sure why. For whatever reason I felt embarrassed. Kids get funny ideas. Sometimes they think what adults do is their fault. Maybe they weren't good enough, or maybe they can't do things perfect enough. That's how I felt. I took on the blame for things that went down and I had become a perfectionist because of it. Nothing I did was good enough in my mind. I could never get it perfect but if I could get it perfect, they'd want me again, that's what I thought. I tried and tried and it was causing me to panic.
I didn't say anything because he already knew what it was. Grandpa shook his head. "You have to let it go. We talked about this and I thought you understood. How can you think it was your fault? You were so young." He picked up a smooth rock and squeezed it in his hand. "Adults don't always do what's right or what they should, even if we did everything to try and guide her proper." He stood up and threw the rock in the water. He looked back at me. "Don't you know how much your Grandma and I love you?"
"I know, Grandpa."
"I don't think you do, Peter." Grandpa suddenly looked sad. I didn't like him to look sad. "I know things didn't work out like they should have, but I'm not going to pretend that you aren't the best thing that could have happened to Grandma and me. We love having you here and would be lost without you. It's a joy being able to spend everyday with you. Most Grandparents just get to see their grand kids now and then but we get to spend every precious day with you."
He came back over and sat next to me on the bank. "I'm sorry, Peter. This whole thing is all mine and your Grandmother's fault. If we had done a better job with your Mom, things would have worked out better for you."
"No! It was not your fault, Grandpa. Please don't say that. It's like you said. People sometimes do bad stuff, right?" I grabbed his arm.
He looked at me and smiled. "Are you sure? Then why don't you believe me when I tell you it wasn't your fault?"
I stared at him for a few moments flabbergasted, because I knew what he had just done. I put my head in my hands and giggled. "You did it to me again, Grandpa."
"I only told you the truth, Peter. I will always tell you the truth, no matter what because I love you more than you can know." And then he hugged me and we went to check our fishing poles. We rarely ever caught anything, but it didn't matter at all.
My New Favorite Word7:00:00 AM
First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity. - George Bernard Shaw
Pronounced: | f-'rel-skit | https://www.howtopronounce.com/forelsket/
Let me try using it. As our lips touched and I began to kiss her, I felt forelsket in my heart, the beginning of love. Your turn!