elk

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The Wild Heroes

Hail Bravehearts

Can you hear it?  Can you see them?  The chorus is rising, the melody harmonious, the trumpets are blaring and the song is persistent.  The sound draws our curiosity and the clack and crack of the percussion, fills the fall air.

The song is a challenge, a call to a duel, a call of a champion who dominates the land.  Rushes of fierce aggression, power and might.  The will to be victorious, the need to win.  At the peak  of their health, at the peak of their musculature, at the peak of their minds.  No more the docile and calm, the placid and unassuming.  No more the mild and passive.

Now the days have changed and with it comes the call to fight.  The call of great champions, the days of autumn, when the  songs of battle pierce the air and the trumpets blare their demanding rights.  Come out of hiding, oh mighty foe, the challenge must be met and the fight must commence.

The song is a love song, it calls for a mate.  Bellowing and blaring the dominant voice of a great leader calls to it’s circle of proud supporters, to gather around.  Come close and be protected calls the great voice and the interested, the curious, the dutiful, come forward to be protected and to join in the circle of togetherness.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJd7L2aDHC0  it’s elk mating season

The family gather around to join with their great leader.  His voice echoes throughout the land and he can be heard by his rivals.  Others, his foes with massive girth and muscular strong bodies, come forward to challenge the champion and the duel for supremacy and superiority rights commences.

The bystanders watch with interest as the champions face off.  Their wide weapons, honed to perfection.  The sharpened daggers of bone, the weapons of nature, tines of pointed danger.  The aggressors face off for the duel of their lives.  Courtship and mating is the name and fighting for this privilege  is the game.  Only the strongest, of superior genetics will win this fight for life itself.  The rights to reproduce, to be the grand champion, to be the life force of nature that will sire next years fawns.  A game of immense proportions, of immense importance, for the victor is the wild almighty one, who’s genetics will carry the herd forward into another year of healthy prosperity.  For these ones, their prosperity is their numbers and the grand victor of these matches is the prize of nature.

The grand prize of nature, stands up to be counted and calls his wild call of majesty and triumph.  To a duel!  Out of the forest comes another bold and athletic counterpart to attack with ferocity for the dominance of this season.  To win!  To be the pride of nature’s glory. To be the victor of this remarkable privilege.  The fabulous,  the mighty, the hero of the herd!  It is now.  A time to live and a time to fight.  The season of the great wild champions, is  now!

written by Dr. Louise Hayes

September 2, 2015

Dream of Peace
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Dream of Peace

Good Day, you Awesome Human!

Splendid day. Warm and snowy. The birds are singing gaily from their roosts. The elk lie in the meadows, relatively calm, after a long autumn of elk battles and rutting. The peaceful does with wombs full of the promise of another successful spring of calving. The big horn sheep, also resting, caring for the silent burden of their soon to be offspring.
The great wild! The drama of the wild as it plays out its role, in the never ending cycle of creation. Born to this place, the wild entices us, with its riches of spectacular views, muscle strengthening climbs, varieties of lifeforms and the gift of providing us with natural wonder to explore.
A peek into this place, of grand beauty and grand design, which fills out hearts and souls with wonder. Oh mighty planet, to give us this gift, from a highway, cut through the mountains. Those of us who have time, will exert ourselves more and climb to a pinnacle on a well traveled trail, for a look at what lies on the other side. A steep bit of climbing, a scramble, an effort, but where it takes us is to the grand view of the wild. A view of what lies on the other side of that mountain range. More forests and rivers, cascading waterfalls, animal tracks, mountains and valleys to explore. We are the hungry. We thirst for more and more. Show us your splendor, oh great planet earth, as we strive to reach your mountain tops and intrude into the land of your wildlife, to photograph those elusive species, and brag.
The world turns for us, on these snow covered days, as we strap on snowshoes and venture out to play. A daunting world of snow and ice, but for us to trudge through, a winter’s delight. Animal tracks. There’s plenty of life in this snow covered domain, but no one shows their faces today. Instead, it’s us, joining the tracks in the snow, plodding and chatting and breaking trail. These small few hours of exertion, to remind us of by gone days and years of exploration, as the well traveled adventurer set off to discover this new land. Tracks of snowshoes in the forests, tracks along the winding creek. An easy day of healthful activity, to fill our lungs with pure, clean air, to strengthen our bodies and refresh our minds.
The luck of an easy day of refreshing activity. The joy of adventure into the quiet winters solitude. A brush with nature as she plays out her part. The wild calls us and the wild whispers. Save us, oh mighty ones. Don’t plunder here. Spare us from the weapons of mass destruction and a world of madness and we will give you the peace of a quiet winter’s day, with snow on the mountains and the crisp, crunchy snow beneath your feet.
Let this stand of the earth be your playground, oh great ones, and may you forever venture into the wild and breathe.
written by Dr. Louise Hayes
January 19, 2015

The call of the wild
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The call of the wild

Good Morning Bravehearts

As summer wanes to an end, your new adventures unfold.  The mighty landscape calls to us in its endearing voice.  Come to the challenge almighty human.   I call to you with the voices of all of my being.  The wind and rain, the voices of the wild creatures, the song that sings in your heart.  Hear me almighty human!, calls the great planet, a new adventure  for this day.

The fall signals the change of season, the early morning air  has a crisp chill and presents another danger.  Cold.  Be prepared.

The mountain creatures protect us from our exuberant, impulsive selves.  Don’t venture alone.  The wild landscape is a dauntless master, full of pitfalls.  Changeable weather, hypothermia, injury, cold waters, rough landscape.  The powerful predator reminds us, don’t venture alone.

We inhabit this great place, we are the keepers of these lands.  Your bullets might harm us, but we protect you.  Your image of us in your minds, remind you, don’t travel alone..  The powerful, swift, predator, the bear the cougar, the wary hunters the wolves all remind us of the dangers of the wild, but the wildlife can’t protect you from yourselves.  Don’t bother with your rifles almighty human, don’t travel alone.  Your rifles won’t protect you from the sudden change in weather, from burning sun to sudden squalls of rain, hail and snow.  The path becomes slick with mud and slippery footing causes injury.  The beating rain freezes your hands, your body and the wet rain soaks your skin.  You can’t escape the cold.  Leave your guns at home.  The predator can see you, but your own skills will save you.  Be prepared.

The fall brings out a new dimension in travel.  The seasonal change charges the wildlife with new purpose.   The hungry bears forage for food to increase their fat stores for long winter hibernation.

A call rings throughout the land.  A love song, a challenge, a call of competition.  The elk have started to rut and the mighty animal starts to herd  the females.  These are mine! he calls to the wind and he awaits the response of his foe.  The mighty foe responds with courage and the battle unfolds.  This is a dangerous time.  The wild life are focused on their perpetual survival.  The need for creation controls them and they surge with power.  No docile being is this immense creature.  They call the challenge to fight, to control the herd, to dominate, to win their might, their majesty, their right to mate.  The will to survive, to pass on the genetics of strength and of beauty.  The call of the challenge, the clash of the antlers, the battles, the dueling.  Don’t venture near. They charge intruders, animal life ,humans and sometimes vehicles.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cOaJ-wbMoRM

There are others, the sheep and the deer will mate as well.  The clack of their horns as they charge at each other.  Be careful!  They are dangerous, these are wild times.  The once wary animals are too focused on survival.  Be careful almighty human, caution in your travels, be prepared.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes

August 26,2013

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