As I look toward THE ECLIPSE, just a few days away, I’m reminded that I have several hotel rooms, at my disposal, in prime Nebraska viewing country. It’s not too late for you to reserve one of these rooms. I’m also reminded that wild life, such as this doe and her three triplets, are totally unsuspecting of anything out of the ordinary due to happen, as evidenced by their contented grazing of this alfalfa field in East Central Nebraska. You’ll find them, in the picture, silhouetted against the red barn.
The appearance of the sun early this morning, as I looked out across sand hills with some fog layered in the valleys, reminded me that, in just a few short weeks, I’ll be watching the disappearance of the sun behind the moon, in the middle of the day, as I look out across sand hills. I have multiple options across the western half of the state of Nebraska to watch the total solar eclipse, so weather conditions will play a big factor in my plans for that day. Consider tagging along with me and sharing some of the hotel rooms I have booked! Plenty of other things to see and do, and people to meet, with the eclipse being the focal point!
Evan old dogs want to ride sometimes – especially on warm summer days:-). And seeing the horse reminds me that I’ve set up time with professional trail riders to provide horse rides at the time of the solar eclipse in later August. I have a fantastic location secured to view it in the great Nebraska outdoors and hotel rooms for that event as well. Contact me to see how you can join me to make that time very memorable!
I’m enamored with the patience of the fawn in the center of this picture lying up against our home this evening in Central Nebraska. It is waiting patiently – and probably has been since last night’s dark – for it’s mother to return to pick it up. If you can enlarge your picture, you’ll see it between the bush and the plexiglass top of the egress window. I hope the trail camera that I hung in a tree gets some good photos of the rendezvous tonight, after dark, of mom and youngster.
Consider hitching a ride with me and striking out across Nebraska and beyond. We can stop by a few farms and ranches and say “Hello” to the small percentage of society that gets to see things like this fawn on a pretty regular basis!
Nothing speaks to the sandhills of Nebraska more eloquently than Baxter Black’s ode to the windmill “Sandhills Savior”! Baxter did himself proud with this one and, with his permission, I’m posting it here. Thank you, Baxter!
The photo is from Thompson Land and Cattle, Inc. in the sandhills. Thanks, Christi!
I challenge you to allow yourself the trip of a lifetime, with me, or someone else, or by your lonesome – but do make the sandhills a bucket list destination!
Sandhills Savior by Baxter Black
In the sandhills of Nebraska stands a monument of wills
Where man has staked his claim to them blowin’, rollin’ hills
Where the buffalo once scattered in the bunch grass, belly deep,
A whiteface calf, contented, sucks his mama, half asleeep.
The fertile black dirt farmland runnin’ up and down the Platte
Got covered up with people, their driveways and their cat
And them that lived in cities saw no use for sandhills land
So the cattlemen and cowboys come up north to try their hand.
They treated her with reverance and learned what Indians knew
That it cannot take abusin’ ’cause she’s fragile through and through
And they learned a crucial factor to keep them cows alive
Takes more than snow and sunlight, it takes water to survive.
So they dug their dainty windmills and pumped life outta the ground
It allowed the cows to flourish so the people stayed around
Then little townships prospered and, you can see by now,
They’ve built a whole existence upon the humble cow.
From Thedford to Hyannis, from Valentine to Rose
Across that sandy country where the prairie grass still grows
You’ll see those man-made daisies, silhouettes against the sky
Their steel petals gleaming on their stalks eighteen feet high.
On Nebraska highway twenty or state road eighty-three
There’s a million creakin’ windmills standin’ proud for you to see
They represent a people and the land they’re livin’ in
The lifeblood of the sandhills spinnin’ freely in the wind.
I think back to when I was a farm kid. We used really basic equipment. What you are about to see in this video is not “basic equipment”! That said, the use of GPS for planting and other farm operations is very common today, and yields huge benefits as it relates to production efficiencies and yields. Its use results in great financial rewords, but at high dollar costs. Farming this way requires a lot of “head time”!
As I walked through this prairie dog town in Central Nebraska, they let me know I wasn’t welcome. Listen to the chatter on the video as they warned each other of the stranger’s presence. You’ll notice that the grass in the town is basically non-existent as they’ve destroyed it in order to see predators better. Join me sometime, and I’ll introduce you to them.
Sun dogs don’t get much showier than these I photographed several years ago in a series of snapshots. Plenty of ice crystals in the air and frigid temperatures are the ingredients for this heavenly recipe. And, although coldest weather is over for now, I’ll be looking for this phenomenon again when that type of day returns to Nebraska next winter.
Just so you know, I have reserved several blocks of rooms in several hotels at the time of the full solar eclipse that is coming to Nebraska on August 21st of this year. If you are interested in sharing an adventure with me to farm and ranch country, take in some geographical and historical sites, navigate a river in a cow watering tank or other conveyance, and – most of all – see the eclipse from right under the umbral shadow of its trans-Nebraska course, contact me. Maybe you have only a day, or maybe you have several days. Not to worry – mid-day on the 21st we’ll have a front row seat in wide open country to see the moon stamp its effect on the sun rather than the other way around. Contact Horizons to reserve your adventure and a share in history!
Tuesday morning of this week, my wife and I, from our front porch, were privileged to look out across ice covered hills into a clear sky commanded by a riveting sun. I thought you might enjoy this beautiful remnant of an ice storm that covered much of the middle of the NA continent. Countless homes are, no doubt, still without power in ice ravaged towns across the southern plains, but we enjoyed our two to three hours of candle light which reminded us how great and convenient electricity truly is. Winter heaps inconvenience on us sometimes, but the cold, clear days of January, after one has acclimated to winter, are really enjoyable. Now for a really good snow and some sledding on our hill. Come enjoy it with us!