For those of you who slogged through my three-post series last week: put on your hip boots for this update. I simply had to share!
What of the petroglyphs?
After much scouring of the interwebs, I brazenly emailed a person mentioned in a recent science journal who was involved in dating the oldest petroglyphs (10,000 to 15,000 years old!) in the United States. He very kindly wrote back indicating this rock art was surely of Zuni or Hopi origin. He mentioned this deer as a very common symbol in the SW United States. He put me in touch with a Hopi expert from Northern Arizona University. I’m waiting to hear back. See how much we are learning?
Now for some sad news. Remember this stalwart kitty who entertained our toddler for hours?
Got a text from Sprout #1 yesterday telling me to be very careful with the little dogs while at the ranch. The ranch foreman related he had seen a coyote carcass in a tree being devoured by an eagle. He said all of the barn kitties had been swooped upon and carried away. ***gulp***
Rest assured baby H and Roxy Doxy will never be outside unattended.
If you object to hunting, don’t look at the next picture.
Really, don’t look. Leave now. You’ve been warned.
Sprout #1 has been enthusiastically tracking the mountain lions for over a year now. He’s seen lots of them, but he’s never bagged one. He has a state permit to take two cats a year. From the looks of his game-cam photos, there’s a nice population of them at the ranch. He finally bagged one a few days ago. It looked to be quite old. Hunting these is an adventure. Can’t wait to hear the Sprout’s full story.
Like I said before, this is a rough country. Not for sissies. Or small animals.
If you are a petite person, you might want to look up now and then.
Thanks for reading this update.
Eye-on-the-sky love to all.