Happy first day of summer! Seems like a great time to remind all of us to keep our dogs cool when the temperatures go up. Because, yes, they can get heatstroke. Here’s a nifty graphic from the Texas Veterinary Medical Foundation. Click on it to view it full-size. Until next time, Good day, and good […]
I caught these trout at Cooper’s Rock this evening.
The one on the bottom is a nice fat brook trout.
Feral horses run in the wiry grass of Don Blankenship’s prairies. Once real mountains stood here, all crowned in ash and oak and hickory, but beneath them was a black rock. Over the centuries, men came and dug at the earth and sweated and died and then the bulldozers came and the mountains were gone. The state demanded that the coal operators do something to reclaim the land, so they planted some cheap grass and a couple of pine trees. But the land was forever changed.
Over the years, the jobs all went away, and those who had a few pleasure horses took them to the new grasslands and set them free. Better to be “wild horses” on the range than dog food was the simple logic.
And the stallions round their mares in this new steppeland. They nicker and fight the wars of that ancient Equus lambei, which a few romantics like to hope gives some sort of license to the native status of the modern horse on this continent.
At the same time, the state of West Virginia is trying its hand at restoring elk to these very same prairie lands. The elk were natives of the Eastern forests, and the ones being turned out onto these ranges are from Kentucky and Arizona. And those of Kentucky are still of the Rocky Mountain form of elk, not the long gone Eastern kind, which may now exist only in the muddled genetics of some New Zealand ranched herds.
The elk need the grass too, and worries are the horses will make the range too bare. And the elk will not make a comeback.
But the truth of the matter is neither species is native to land that never existed before. The glaciers never made it this far south, and the steepness of the terrain before the dozers came is testament to the antiquity of these mountains. They once stood like the Rockies or the Himalayas, but the millennia of erosion wore them down until the coal operators showed up to cut down their remnant. The glaciers never smoothed out the mountains, but human greed certainly did.
Meanwhile, Don Blankenship is back in politics. He is a former coal operator, a greedy, nasty one at that, the kind that was once excoriated in all those old union songs, but now as the mines employ fewer and fewer workers and UMWA is all broken and busted, he plays the working class victim. All railroaded by “union bosses” and Obama, he didn’t do anything wrong, he tells the gullible.
He’s thrown his hat into the US Senate race. His ads call all his opponents liberals and abortion lovers. He plays up his conspiracy theory about Obama having it out for him. He feigns tears about Indiana bats that are being killed by windmills.
He says he’ll drain the swamp. Maybe, he will, but I have the idea that he might just fill it up with coal slurry. That’s what happened to poor Martin County, Kentucky. Blankenship was CEO when his company’s slurry impoundment overflowed and filled up the Tug Fork River.
He sells the false hope that if you just get rid of a few more environmental and labor regulations, the coal industry will come roaring back. He also says that if we just build Old Man Trump’s wall on the Mexican border, we won’t have any more problems with drugs. After all, the drug problem must surely come from brown foreigners, and not the pharmaceutical industry and those totally unscrupulous doctors who prescribed opioids for every little discomfort.
The politics he offers are the politics of the apocalypse. In land where no real hope can be found, a little false hope will do.
And the miners lose their jobs and their homes and their pleasure horses join the ranks of the feral bands.
The Bible talks about the four horsemen of the apocalypse, but in West Virginia, the hoofbeats of that sound the impending doom have no riders at all.
They are the roving bands of the abandoned, left out to sort out a new existence on Don Blankeship’s prairies.
The snakeoil of politicians rings out on the airwaves, and every year, new horses get turned out, and the mares drop their feral foals.
The coal company’s rangeland gets denuded a little bit more, and the elk might not stand much of a chance.
In this apocalypse, death will come. Sooner or later, the horses will starve on those pastures. A few good souls might get some of them adopted, but most will either starve or wind up shot.
Perhaps, this election will be the final burlesque of Blankenship, but he’s not the only coal country caudillo in West Virginia. The current governor is a more successful sort of politico of this stripe, and the legislature if full of people like him. The long suffering of the people will go on and on, and the horses will continue to be turned out into the wild,
Already, coal towns are advertising their “wild horses” as an attraction draw tourism. It’s a more benign falsehood than the one Blankenship is offering.
But it is not so benign for the horses or the coming elk. For them, the apocalypse is coming. They cannot know it, for if they did, they would run.
And their hoofbeats would ring out the warning of our impending doom.
Mark your calendars for September 12, 2018!
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Tracie lives in Bennington, Vermont – where the Radio Pet Lady Network studio is based – and where her 12 acres are well-used by her 2-girl pack of lovely, lively rescued Weimaraners, Maisie and Wanda.
Do you remember the old camp song about “we have wrinkles on our face! A prune has wrinkles everyplace!” That was my first thought when I saw these puppers. Until next time, Good day, and good dog!
Very interesting concepts: