Sunday, July 6, 2014

4 SWIFT FOX FITS, 4 KID FOXES--WILDLIFE ENCOUNTERS FROM RICHARD DAWSON, FAMILY FEUD, MOUNTAIN LIONS BEHIND THE PROVO TEMPLE, BEAR IN GLACIER PARK, MOOSE & BALD EAGLES IN JACKSON HOLE, WYOMING--ALL GOD'S CREATURES, GREAT AND SMALL--BLESSED WORLD WE LIVE IN

Cutest Wild Life Experience Ever!

Yesterday, John, DJ and I headed for the mountains, ASAP, right after I had written a quick blog, and they had their coffee and woke up, Star Meadows, was our destination, but we ended up at the top of the world. We first had an experience with a domestic animal, that looked like an over-sized puppy, that actually, reminded me of a baby moose, that was sadly just laying there in the road, not barking, yelping, or even moving.  At first, we thought that the girl, going back to check on the dog, had hit the puppy, and was going to see if it was dead . . . at first, determined to get out of the maddening crowds, of go figure, Kalispell, Montana, we cruised on by, but up the road a bit, the chivalry of both DJ and John, kicked in and they decided they better go back and see if they could help her, or see just what happened.

Strange Encounter with a Domestic Animal--a Dog Acting Very Weird


I am not much of a domestic animal lover, horses are cool out in the field, as majestic beauties, cows roaming on the grasslands, is an eye to behold, but a dog . . . I said, maybe she needs someone to drag the body off the road, that is when I thought she hit the dog, and it was dead.  But as we approached the animal, laying about 3 feet out in the right side of the road, being a danger to itself, and an unaware driver, texting or sexting someone, we thought it best, to do something to protect all parties who could be potentially endangered by this incident.  

So after DJ and John tried to coax the injured dog, it had some liquid under its hind and leg quarters, therefore, it could not move, and moving it was out of the question, it could be rabid, or have some type of disease, there were no homes in that area of the forest, getting more and more isolated and without human habitation, just the way the three of us like it, we decided to call the county animal control, who we could not get a hold of, but we did eventually contact the non-emergency, Whitefish Police Department.  Dispatch was concerned, and encouraged us, that we had called the right place, but the chick doing animal control was on another call.  But she assured us, that someone would come and get the dog, she got my phone number, just in case they needed better directions, that just off the turn off from Farm to Market Road, just Star Meadows Cabin road, about 2 miles, the best description we could give her.

We made sure, she didn't need us to stick around, she said, no, but she might call, which she did, but we must have been out of the service area by the time she did, and I didn't check my phone until about 7 that evening, but I will assume, they were smart enough to go where we told them to go, although, she did ask if it was close to the intersection, of the two roads, but I had specifically told her it was about a mile and a half to two miles, up the Star Meadows road.  We didn't come back that way, so we never knew if a stranger did something with the dog, or if animal control, went to the spot we told them the dog was . . . hopefully, they could either help the dog, or at least put it to sleep.

Just Thinking of My 4 Foxes, and 4 Fox Kits, Tumbled On the Road!

I was just spacing out, listening to music, letting the local Montana boys, do what they do best, find a place on the mountain, that nobody else is at . . . if there is one truck, on a whole mountain side, that is one too many, and they are pissed that someone, would actually dare, come where they intended to come to disappear up in the wilds, and drink a few beers.  We had just gone up a side road, to about the highest part of the road, not far from the highest part on the amazing mountain, lush with grasses, sparse on trees, since once you go so high, the altitude doesn't sustain much plant life, but we could see the forest trees, roads, old controlled burn patches, to stop the spread of some forest fire, and we took pictures, looked for the oranges I bought last week when we went camping, that had magically evaporated into thin air?

So we dined on just what we had in the car, sunflower seeds, marshmallows, yuck, left over from the s'mores we made up at Goat Valley, so amazing, that I am not going to tell you where this place is, bubbling brook, mossy green foliage, open camp spot, old bridges of  yesteryear, enclosed a bit, from exposure of the road, with impressive, rock structures, sticking out of the pines, jutting up, right in front of us . . . we got rained on, but the effervescence of the cleansing rain, was a fabulous sunset, and a double rainbow, gorgeous, beyond words.  This is also, a place for bears, both black and grizzly, and I kept hoping one would pop out of the underbrush and bear grass, in bloom, with white flowered balls, on the end of long tubes of green . . . the thicker the bear grass, the greater my hopes of a close encounter, with a bear, while I was still in the car, of course . . .

DJ, was camping one time, and a baby bear wondered into their camp, had half of its face eaten or torn off, and was begging for food . . . truly, survival of the fittest out here, kind of the mentality of the Darwinists I am dealing with, no humanity, but dog eat dog, no matter what the ratio of numbers, one side against the other, technology, access, no territory sacred, no lines or borders between their lives and mine . . . believers in the Big Bang Theory of Creation, God loving people, useful idiots!

Random Thought About 4 Kids, and 4 Fox Kits Tumble, Bumble out of the Side of the Road

I look at everything symbolically, so when the first, what I thought was a baby mountain lion, rolled down a small hill, next to the road, and onto the road, we were all shocked, trying to grab cameras, determine what it was, then the next one, popped out, followed by a third and then a fourth, wonder of God and nature . . . so cool, so unexpected, but so timely, the color of a light brown or tan mountain lion, but John and DJ, more familiar with these parts, figured they were fox kits.  I thought foxes were red . . . apparently not around here.

The only fox, I have seen, was the ones you traditionally see in movies, red, with white around the eyes, and the tip of the tail, and black on paws, very tip of the tail and around the eyes and nose; the one I saw, in a rare sighting, was out in a field, where I was watching a few Clydesdale horse play, the foxy beauty, shocked me, a few years ago, when I saw that, let alone, these playful, baby foxes, cutest thing I have ever seen, they walked right up the road, then as we pulled the car closer, they climbed the next dirt embankment and were merrily on their way, having a great time together, one climbed up and fell back, but made the hill on the second attempt . . . we never saw the mother, she probably did, what most mothers do, tell the kids to go play, so she can get the den clean!

Little Band of Foxes--Out of Their Territory--Gift From God, Signs My 4 Foxes are Having Fun Frolicking Together in Utah

None of us, could believe our eyes, we were grinning from ear to ear, something you only see in a National Geographic film, or pull up on the Internet, which I did the minute I walked in the library, after a great day of natures wonders, lakes, mountains, music, fun conversation, and music.  I pulled up Montana Fox, and found out that this species of fox, was actually once on the endangered species list, but was considered a huge success, in reviving the numbers, and giving nature a push.  The little crew, was according to research, not where they should have been, geographically, and temperate zone, wise . . . these creatures are generally seen on the plains of Montana, Great Falls, Billings, and the eastern side of the state . . . so we more than lucked out?

My four children are definitely fox material . . . from the time they were born, until now, the comment is . . . you have such beautiful children, and I most certainly do!  When I take all the credit, me and their father's good looks, working genetic magic, they just give me a, come on look, like, all our good choices of food, active lifestyle, exercise, style and fashion, that we did ourselves, with no help from their fashion casualty mother, has nothing to do with them!  I know, I know . . . but just like the baby foxes, hopefully, my four kid foxes, are getting together in Utah, this week, with Nicole and her family in from the Washington, D.C. area, to get reacquainted, after long absences . . . I drop in and see all of them and figured, they might need to get reacquainted without their domineering mother!

And, I like the mother fox, often kicked the four little foxes out of the house, and told them I didn't want to see their beautiful faces, until this house is clean!  I trusted them to play together, entertain one another, support and protect the crew, and they always did, and I am sure, their loyalties, memories, tragedies and triumphs, will be talked about, laughed at, and the years will melt away.  They had many bonding moments, that will last a life time . . . and I have nothing but pride for these amazing human beings, that are passing out their greatness, beauty and lifestyles to their own little foxes, all grandchildren are carrying on the tradition of the fox . . . cunning, smart, sleek and beautiful.

Family Feud--I Tried to Avoid Kissing Richard Dawson!

Myself, Sue, Kevin, and Rob Schmidt and my cousin Meg Southwick Nesbitt, all got to be on Family Feud, a popular game show, especially in the early to mid, 80's, when we went on the show.  In the practice rounds, we kicked every one's asses, with 10 practice rounds, nobody could beat this family of professionals from Utah, a law student, an international MBA, a school teacher, an English major, college student, and an interior designer, and all stunningly good looking in those days, Rob happened to be a model, and had a thing for me, married with 4 kids, while Sue and Kev, tried to direct his attention to Meg, the single law student.

In the made for TV match up, we were matched with a black family, from inner city, LA, made up of dock workers, unemployed, and janitors, and they fucking slaughtered us!  Sue, who considered herself the intellectual of the group, at the time, years before I went to law school, but was doing great in college, was devastated by the loss . . . I thought it was comical, and her reaction was even more entertaining, she didn't get one answer right, I at least got one right, LOL!  Kevin had to be the supportive husband and be depressed too, but me and the swinging singles, took the loss in stride and got a map of all the Hollywood movie stars and spent the night out having fun on the town, while Sue sulked in her hotel room!

The Family From Boston--And the Dreaded Beaver

Now, you people from back east, have a distinct disadvantage, on the Family Feud Show, because the further away from California, you live, the worse you do on the program, but the more hilarious, the answers and the greater the fun . . . being from Utah, a not so far neighbor, we could at least get some of the answers right, even when polling the local audience, with weather, geographical and cultural differences; however, our Boston family, had absolutely nothing in common with California, and that was most apparent, on the question or the issue at hand . . . name a wild animal you might encounter in the forest.

In the wild, wild, west, I found out that bear spray was not just a gag gift for Christmas, a local joke, but a reality, especially, when I spent a few hours in Glacier National Park and saw 3 grizzly bears, about 10 feet from the truck, off the side of the road . . . I refused to go hiking without bear spray and a gun!  But here in the west, you have mountain lions, hang out around malls, like one did in Salt Lake Valley last week, or walk around the Montana State Capitol Building . . . three lions, were cruising around the Capitol . . . scary.  But big game, like moose, elk, deer, bear, bob cats, and whatever, are common occurrences.  So those were the kind of answers, westerners, expected from this Boston family.

The first family member to represent the Boston elite, when game show host, Richard Dawson, yelled out, name a wild animal, you might see in the forest . . . the excited family member, yelled out BEAVER! Everyone tried not to bust out laughing, the talk show host had no such qualms, and he yelled a matching in excitement at the possibilities that was one of the six answers on the board, and said, the dreaded beaver!  Of course, there were people in the audience, who gusted a gut, and laughed out loud at his sarcastic remarks and the big "X" posted on the board.

The further east the state you came from, the worse the answers were . . . one of ours was, name the number one rental item . . . nobody rents skis in Utah!  But they do in California.  April is the rainy month in Utah, in California, it is October!  So there is a damn good reason to loose, the cards are stacked against, anyone but California families!  But it was fun, and there were families who did worse than we did!  LOL!

Have a Blessed Sunday, Thank Him for All the Great Animals, that were Obedient to Noah, and Got on the Arch!

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