Nokota horses just walkin’ and talkin’.
She was the young woman who guided Lewis and Clark on the Corps of Discovery for the North West Passage from St Louis to the Pacific Ocean. Even if the meaning and result of the endeavor may be deeply questioned, her personal efforts were crucial for the expedition’s success and survival, but this is another story.
What caught my attention this time is that reliable information about Sakakawea is scarce, but the general opinion and most history books says Sakakawea was born in a subtribe of the Lemhi Shoshone called the Agaidika tribe, Idaho. In the year 1788, at age twelve, she was taken captive by the Hidatsa to a village in present day Washburn, North Dakota.
However, oral history of the Hidatsa-Mandan tells a different story. It seems that what once started as…
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Long midday shadows
Horses feel the change but still;
Warm sunny weekend
“You know MY thoughts and it is way too early to commit my words to text; not many of them are multi-syllable and most only have four letters. (I have managed to create an entire sentence utilizing only one cuss word, and it makes sense)
Link to unedited transcript from Bogus BLM Murder Board Meeting, yesterday: https://app.box.com/s/xo1xlqq58stg8fdg99guskpk59u1nxr0
Listed below are thoughts from many of our esteemed colleagues and I strongly encourage you to add yours AND to forward them to the email addresses supplied by Carol Walker, below. The bloody bastards! (sorry, that just slipped out)” ~ R.T.
“The Bureau of Land Management’s Wild Horse and Burro Advisory Board has just voted in favor of killing all the wild horses currently in short term and long term…
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Now around midday the sun struggles to keep her chin above the horizon. The frost covered world joins the battle against darkness and bounces every photon from side to side. In a few hours the sun cannot keep up her eyelid anymore. The night shift belongs to the full moon, refreshed and with steady precision he mirrors her light back to our world. A brilliantly directed symphony that cheats darkness on the seasonal drawbacks of a 60°8’N latitude.
Our horses enjoys the tranquility created through cold clear skies and absence of wind. All soundwaves are attenuated by snow and frost; creating a feeling of safety to all prey animals. A cold silent “now” enhances the soft touch of sunbeams against the horses natural winter coat.
A good end to an eventful year and promises of a good new year in the making.