Trees
As part of my job, I am learning to drive a dogsled. Yesterday I was out with an pair of lead dogs I had never worked with before. Most dogs, when you want them to turn you have to give them the command a bit early, so they can think about it. So, we come up to the turn and I yell "Frank, Fritz HAW!" (Haw is left).
I swear they did a 90 degree turn, went over the edge of the trail and dragged my sled into a beech tree. Luckily the sleds are equipprd for this, so it just bounced, rolled over and spilled me onto the trail. Sled is fine, dogs are fine but
I am one hurtin' unit. Luckily I just have to sit inside and sew harnesses today.
Cow
A farmer near here had a prize cow. A show cow, in fact. It was a very pretty cow. However this farmer also had fence problems. So his pretty pretty cow wandered onto the highway, and was struck by a car. Cow is no longer pretty, or even alive.
Now, what to do with a dead cow? Well he loaded it into the truck and delivered it to our wolf centre, of course! Prime meal for the little guys. However...the cow is VERY heavy. To get it to the wolves the way we normally feed them, we would have to carry it into the centre through a back hallway and through several trap doors into the pen. This is tough with deer. It was impossible with the cow. So, the farmer leaves the cow in our parking lot. Eventually a tarp is put over it. It freezes, and sits there for a few days.
Until today that is. We borrowed a cherry picker (the big trucks with a basket on the end of a long arm that you see people using to repair phone lines) from some tree researchers and somehow used that to lift the cow over the security fences into the pen.
Apparently, the wolves were quite perplexed and not sure what to do with the cow.
My job gets more surreal each day...
As part of my job, I am learning to drive a dogsled. Yesterday I was out with an pair of lead dogs I had never worked with before. Most dogs, when you want them to turn you have to give them the command a bit early, so they can think about it. So, we come up to the turn and I yell "Frank, Fritz HAW!" (Haw is left).
I swear they did a 90 degree turn, went over the edge of the trail and dragged my sled into a beech tree. Luckily the sleds are equipprd for this, so it just bounced, rolled over and spilled me onto the trail. Sled is fine, dogs are fine but
I am one hurtin' unit. Luckily I just have to sit inside and sew harnesses today.
Cow
A farmer near here had a prize cow. A show cow, in fact. It was a very pretty cow. However this farmer also had fence problems. So his pretty pretty cow wandered onto the highway, and was struck by a car. Cow is no longer pretty, or even alive.
Now, what to do with a dead cow? Well he loaded it into the truck and delivered it to our wolf centre, of course! Prime meal for the little guys. However...the cow is VERY heavy. To get it to the wolves the way we normally feed them, we would have to carry it into the centre through a back hallway and through several trap doors into the pen. This is tough with deer. It was impossible with the cow. So, the farmer leaves the cow in our parking lot. Eventually a tarp is put over it. It freezes, and sits there for a few days.
Until today that is. We borrowed a cherry picker (the big trucks with a basket on the end of a long arm that you see people using to repair phone lines) from some tree researchers and somehow used that to lift the cow over the security fences into the pen.
Apparently, the wolves were quite perplexed and not sure what to do with the cow.
My job gets more surreal each day...

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