Dealing with Change

     This past saturday was adventureous to say the least. My adventures seemed to change like the weather.
 I knew something was comming, I just wasn't sure what. Beginning friday, late afternoon the wind was howling non stop. As I awoke, bright and early saturday morning, the wind part had not changed. I would have been shocked had any apples still been atached to our apple tree!

    Sunrise found my pal and I up on a ridge in the Absorkee Beartooth mountains. The wind was strong, it was almost impossible to peer over the top, but we did. The reason? We heard wolves on the other side yipping as they moved along. As we looked for a path along the snow covered rocks, we discovered wolf tracks and followed them up through an opening in the high rock wall. That was them alright. As we scanned the trees and brushy landscape for them, we never caught a glimpse. What we did see across the valley was a young bull moose making his way up the other side. So majestic and so beautiful he was an how magically he disappeared as the snow began to fall hard as it headed our way. In a split second, the wind vanished and was replaced by a wall of snow. With our visibility being cut down to nothing, we made our way down the mountain. We stopped halfway down for a rest, as the snow slowed to a trickle. Enjoying the peace and quiet often has it's rewards; we had an unexpected visitor. With the ground looking like as sea of white, he surfaced like a sea duck.
 It was an ermine (the white winter phase of the weasel) making his way up the hill. Perhaps he heard about the moose and wanted a look for himself. Did you hear about the moose and the weasel that got married? They had to.
     Down at the base of the mountain, we came upon a handful of whitetail deer. I can't say how many, as they seemed to be playing a trick on us. The bucks were challenging each other for the affection of the ladies, all the while playing a virtual shell game with us. One buck would go into the creek bottom and another would pop out several yards away. We watched them for about an hour and when we had finished we tried to figure out how many different bucks there were. I'm still baffled! Anyhow, we had to call it quits, we had someplace to be.
     We were expected to help out with 44 suspecting mothers. While my first job at Henry Ford Hospital, in Detroit was in the delivery room, these mothers were a little different, you guessed it, they were cows. We were preg-testing the cows. Dr.Dash, please report to the labor and delivery corral!

44 tested in all and only 6 got the sad news. Better luck next time ladies. well all's well that ends well. Sometimes your daily chores really can change like the weather. One minute your on top of the world, knee deep in snow and the next minute your standing in mud, up to your elbow in ......................................

You get the picture!