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Yoga in Yellowstone – Bull elk in velvet

It’s Spring again and everything has been just as crazy up in Yellowstone National Park as it has been down here what with the threat of various virus’s and other problems such as layoff’s, furloughing, high unemployment amongst the animals that are the heart of Yellowstone. It has been a troublesome Spring. Every year when it gets close to the park reopening the National Park Service instructs the Federal Fish and Wildlife department to inventory, catalog, determine specie fitness and check each animal prior to opening the park for this years visitors. The animals need to ready for the long days of being on display and performing whatever their particulars species activities require.

As you might imagine this is a very large undertaking due to the size of the wildlife population that normally resides in the park. Just inventorying the Yellow-rumped warblers takes forever and they’re only one species out of 300 that call the park home. The initial groups brought in for re-indoctrination of park guidelines and requirements are of course, those species that are large enough to be problematic regarding interaction with the tourists, who as you would expect, have paid a large sum of money to view the wildlife and be entertained. They have high expectations due to being cooped up for the last several months with nothing to do but watch Nature programs on TV. Fortunately there are activities that the largest animals can participate in, such as Buffalo Soccer which is perfectly suited to the buffalos mentality and physique, and is a huge favorite of the foreign visitors to the park. You can expect to hear Gooooooal ! all thru the Hayden valley once the games start.

Other large animals that can require management due to their propensity for violence and misbehavior are the hooved ungulates, such as the Rocky Mountain Elk, who have a huge representation in the park. Mostly they are not considered to be a problem early on as they just eat and grow antlers until Fall approaches. Then they shed their antlers and begin to get all chesty as the “Rut” gets nearer. That’s where they get to choose as many cows as they can get their hooves on. Then it’s “Katy Bar the door!” as all hell breaks loose when these big boys battle to decide who the bull duck in the pond is going to be and who gets to keep all those cows they claimed. When this is happening no one can get near them without something terrible happening, as these 1200 lbs. love buckets care for only one thing and that is mating. The last thing on their minds is being sociable with tourists regardless of what those folks saw on TV. These animals are not here to be your new best friends.

To try and keep the damage down to a manageable level the Fish and Game department is trying something new this year. Yoga. One of the senior officials in the department was informed by his wife that Yoga is good for managing stress and anxiety, something these bulls have plenty of as they wait for the velvet to fall off their antlers, so why don’t you try Yoga to see if it doesn’t do the trick for settling these boys down. There have been several articles in Cosmo, Elle and Vogue that stated this was the new best thing to do and since this dialogue took place over a pitcher of Margaritas, there you have it. Yoga in the park and attendance is mandatory. The young fellow above is in his new favorite pose, Upward Facing Bull and as you can see by the sheer bliss settling over his face it appears to be working. Lets’ see how this all holds up in September when the Rut is starting. They may have to give Cosmos a call and get a retraction.

Tighten It Up People

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One cold blustery day last fall Franklin’s gulls gathered together at Hutton Lake up on the cold windswept plains outside of Laramie Wyoming. They were going somewhere and hung around on the lake just long enough to freeze their little gull feet off. Look closely at the image, you won’t find a foot there. The general consensus of those observing them regarding why they gather together, was an incredible desire on their part to share body heat. The gulls that is, not the observers. It was very cold that day and a 35 mph wind quartering out of the North didn’t help any.

Franklin’s gulls, or as they’re known locally by many as Jack Brinn’s Gulls, or at least they’re known as Jack Brinn’s gulls by two people anyway, namely Jack Brinn and the Director of The Institute who is an ardent supporter of Jack Brinn’s tendency to want to name entire species after himself, but only the good nice ones. In Wyoming two people gathered together in nearly anyplace is considered many. A crowd actually. A recent poll of those many up in Wyoming thought that Franklin’s gulls should be named Jack Brinn’s gulls so I propose we change it immediately. The people have chosen. Make it so.

The gulls gather in tightly spaced groups or flocks if you are a stickler for absolute accurate detail, and fly packed together in a huge feathered lump with nothing but their wing tips sticking out. We have determined they do this because of a strong belief that the guy next to them knows where he’s going. This can make for some unusual flight patterns which take them all over the sky, but they do it with incredible precision.

The wind which has been kicking up here lately, blew a VW sized boulder through the window of our document storage area and scattered photos all over hell and back, and this particular one was plastered up against the ‘pick me’ wall. We pay attention to omens here at The Institute so that’s why you’re getting this information about Franklins gulls, Jack Brinn’s gulls. We’ve found it to be prudent to go with the flow and not mess with the Cosmos. If the Cosmos wants you to know about Jack Brinn’s gulls we’re not going to stand in the way. We’re not stupid. So those of you with Bird Books, turn to the gull page and use a heavy-duty marker and black out Franklin’s gull and write Jack Brinn’s gull there instead. Thanks.

Blue Sundown

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This is it the next to the very last, almost dark, light of the day. The place is the Grand Canyon and even though I paid extra at the gate for a longer day it wasn’t long enough. There is something about the cosmos that has an attitude of, “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn”, and just shuts down when its had enough. And apparently it had had enough.

This shot was taken at about 6pm at the end of a long cold December day and I fully expected to get another 2hrs worth for my money but no dice. It was put the camera away, go home and we’ll talk about it tomorrow kind of deal. Defiantly I snapped a few more shots after this one but it’s difficult to do the canyon justice when you can’t see your hand in front of your face. My camera’s good but it does need a little light.

I felt like I had been cheated because I had paid for more time so I complained. I went to the Customer Service desk at Grand Canyon central and began to explain to the disinterested but bored person manning the counter why I felt hard done by. She looked at my ticket and said in that voice designed to make you feel like you were not only insignificant but that she had a fly swatter handy and wasn’t afraid to use it, that I had gotten my extra time, they had just added it to the beginning of the day instead of the end. The “you moron” part was understood.

Chagrined but haughty I stalked away muttering imprecations on her and all of her get, even though I guess you could make the point that I had not read my ticket properly. These are things that happen to us intelligent, sophisticated and handsome travelers occasionally and my thoughts were headed along the lines of  “Oh well, I’ll think about that tomorrow.” I was a little concerned that I was channeling Scarlett O’Hara as I headed into the restaurant to stuff my face with a big bowl of chili and every carb they had on the menu. But I figured what with the carb bloat and the sugar rush plus a short nights sleep I’d be ready for my long day tomorrow. Extra time in the morning meant I’d have a longer sunrise and that was good. Tomorrow would be a better day.