As part of my global warming and wildlife series, I filmed these Mule Deer this morning. As you can see, they are contemplating turning to terrorism.
Got 4 inches of snow yesterday in the foothills of Albuquerque. The deer aren’t freezing to death fast enough.
You’re a time traveler to see things from the past.
Deer just wont know what snow is…
Nah! They’re just ruminating.
I’ll have to chew on that for a while.
It’ll take me some time to digest this.
They cud be plotting something.
You’ve got to be cudding me.
Anthony sounds like a kiwi.🙂
That doesn’t surprise me. I saw the third one from right at Broadway and Table Mesa last week. It was panhandling in King Soopers parking, looking pissed.
Having lived in Southern Minnesota all my life I have proof 🙂 of global cooling
The proof is the following which formerly were only in the North, but now enjoy a mutual co-existence.
DEER! by the thousands. I can come home to see them standing in my yard. I planted apple trees with the thought of fencing them in the next day. Too Late. There they were just kind of smiling at me after they gorged themselves. I got a huge doe this year, but it cost nearly eight grand in damages to my gas gussingly (sp?) SUV. At least it did not set off the air bags.
MATING CANADA GEESE!. When I was young I would have considered the taking of one a great trophy.
Now, they poop on my lawn and driveway, walk by my house, and seem to get annoyed if they have to move when I mow the lawn.
OCCASIONAL BEARS. One got caught in a combine.
All of this because of global cooling! What else can it be?
Well, the deer and geese seem to like our cornfields, giving off more product, in part, because of more CO2. There it is: Proof that animals love CO2 🙂
I have those same “Terrorists” in my yard every evening….I have to protect myself….
What ever you do DON’T try to Rope a Deer! (The buck goat is bad enough. Time to vaccinate again– CR..P)
Don’t listen to Gail. Go and rope them! It’s fun. Have someone make a video and you’ll be a celebrity, living off royalties in the world’s best hospitals.
I volunteer Martin Smith to star in the role of Roper.
Has poor Martin been banished?
Who else could we get to play straight man after we chased Hope for Brains away?
During the 6 weeks of med lab I had to catch my Caprine patient everyday for TPR (Temperature, Pulse, Respiration). Three times a week I took blood,stool, and urine samples among other things, and so on those days I had to catch her twice and then go to the lab with my samples and do a CBC, various tests on the stool including various fecal suspensions that I put that under a microscope looking for parasites, and UA. Every bit of it charted and reported as per US Army medical standards. Med Lab was the longest 8 weeks of my SF training. I averaged maybe 3-4 hours of sleep a night during that course. Twelve of us out the forty that started, made it and four of the graduates were taking the course the second time. And that is why I really don’t care if I ever see another goat for the rest of my life. I can still recall the smell.
I bet she got really got at avoiding capture too. We use a leg crook AND a rope to catch them and they are in a catch pen where we feed them every day. It is still a circus even though we do not catch tem very often.
Our pen was about 150′ x 80′ I guess. It was a chain link fence that was 15′ high masked with green mesh so those driving by it couldn’t see in. The pen had a a few pine trees in it and of course it was dirt because with that many goats any grass or other vegetation was a thing of the past.
We trainees helped each other catching and controlling our patients and it was all done by hand without ropes or hobbles except we would tie their heads to either the pine trees, or the isolation pens in order to restrain them when we were sticking thermometers up their butts or sticking needles in them and such.
The patients were all mixed breeds. Several of them hermaphrodites. The smallest trainee, Burris, was a recycle. IOW he was taking the course for the second time. Most of us just picked the caprine that would be our patient but the instructors assigned Burris his patient and it was the biggest Billy of the lot. I helped him with his patient several times and it was like wrestling a man. Too late I learned it was a mistake to pick a female.
When she breathed her last she had a partial amputation of two legs. Her lower jaw had been crushed. And she had a perforating wound into a lung on one side. I had done a veinus cut down on her after they jerked out the two large bore IVs I had established. Put a chest tube in. Intubated her to control her airway. And splinted and dressed all her wounds. There not a doubt in my mind that I could have kept that patient alive, probably to recover enough to live out her life if not for the wound to her lower jaw which so bad she never be able to masticate again.
Having survived all of that plus previously being shot in the right hind leg with a 30.06 dumb dumb bullet and the two surgeries I did for that wound. Plus the spontaneous abortion of her kid resulting from that previous trauma and anesthetic. She was put down for good with an OD of phenobarbital. The patients were all anesthetized before they were traumatized.
And now anyone reading this will have some little insight into why SF medics are considered the most highly trained field medics in any military in the world and why the Army classifies them as “Physician Substitutes”. Med Lab was the last phase of three phases of medical training to become an SF medic. The only other MOS that comes close is perhaps the training of the Navy pharmacists mates trained to serve as the sole medical person aboard Navy submarines in the past.
It is a bit more difficult when 65 is in the rear-view mirror and there are only two of you. Generally I toss feed in the feed pans and sneak up and grab a leg. Unfortunately I am just not as fast or as agile as I was five years ago.
I have learned it is a lot easier to not remove any of the goats until all have had their shots, hoof trimming, worming…. that way they do not have as much room to run and they do not feel like they have been singles out. I use a marking crayon so no one gets ‘stuck’ twice.
As far as Army medical trained personnel go, I know that after ‘Nam there was a bit of a scuffle because all these highly trained guys were coming into the work force who were several levels above a nurse. Thus we ended up with the new designation of Physicians Assistant.
I owned a goat once.. as a grass and weed mower..
I also owned a donkey, who I called “Otto” after the famous Spanish conquistador.
Hunting deer in Saudi Arabia
With some great singing.
You wonder why they go to Europe. It is much more fun in their home countries (for men).
At least for those in the really oil rich countries.
Sorry Robert, Not real happy about that. I’ve done my share of dog hunting and that ain’t it.
Actually it looked more like their version of dog racing to me.
Cold snowy winters are devastating to mule deer.
To any deer or herbivores. The can not paw through the snow for food if it gets to deep.
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