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Lets say I’m from Mars

 

I’m observing life on planet Earth and I’m watching coverage of the prosecutions for the January 6th assault on the capitol.  I’m wondering what’s up with that.

 

For a failed military coup, would we earthlings jail all the offending soldiers and let the generals, the people that ordered them to try to take the capitol, go free?  That wouldn’t make any sense.

 

In criminal prosecutions, I see an approach that doesn’t just go after the “little fish”, but uses them to go after the “bigger fish”, the ones higher up the food chain, the ones that actually caused the criminal action to happen.  That makes some sense.  Get to the root of the problem.

 

How is it then, that for the January 6th attack, all the horror, outrage, and prosecutions are directed at the foot-soldiers that carried out the act, and not the people who stayed at a distance, organizing, encouraging, inciting, and essentially ordering the act?

 

This man from Mars is confused.

 

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Anzalduas Park

 

Anzalduas Park

… is open again!

 

It closed in March of last year due to Covid.

 

But when other places, other parks, started opening again, Anzalduas remained closed.  Without explanation.  There was plenty of activity there, but it was all Border Patrol and military.  Didn’t know if we’d ever get that park back.  For a year we’ve been checking on it every month or two and getting turned around.  Delighted to get to walk there again.

 

It’s located on a bend in the river; just south of the border and north of the border at the same time.

 

https://www.google.com/maps/@26.1409637,-98.3321546,1875m/data=!3m1!1e3

 

 

 

Majestic oaks.

 

And this tree, this honey mesquite, the epitome of determination.  Blown over, completely on its side, the branches forming new crowns.

 

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Killdeer epiphany

Brother Tom sent these pictures of a Killdeer egg. It’s easier to spot a Killdeer egg in dirt than in gravel where Killdeer eggs are usually laid, but still, it’s hard to spot. That got me thinking about a lesson learned several years ago. A friend of ours found a Killdeer nest right in his gravel driveway. He knew where it was and could drive around it, but he didn’t want anyone else to drive in and accidentally run over it, so he got some little landscaping flags on wires you use to mark where sprinklers are. He marked out where the nest was to protect it…… The next morning he found the nest destroyed. The raccoons found it and ate the eggs. The next year, Judy and I were in the KOA in Cortez and encountered the same situation; a killdeer nest in the campground gravel road. No-one had driven over it yet, but it seemed just a matter of time. I gathered up some stones and marked the spot of the nest with little river-rock cairns. That’s when I got the epiphany. The reason the other killdeer eggs got eaten was because something was done to protect them. Something unusual was next to the nest, which invited the raccoons over to investigate. I went back and scattered the stones. I removed the invitation for the unintended consequence.
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Louisville House


Barb McKee got to take a tour of the Louisville house and was kind enough to forward a few pictures to us. For those of you who recall the old house, here it is, somewhat newer.