Michael Branch has a good sense of humor, and I found myself laughing through sections of his book, but then when he wasn’t writing about nature and animals, the book would get really boring. Who cares about the cell towers that are made to look like trees from outer space? But his stories are from magazine articles, and after awhile, when living in the desert, you run out of nature stories due to the limit of life out there.
His desert, like all in the U.S. is filled with scorpions and rattlesnakes. I don’t suppose the government could put a bounty on them and people would head out to the deserts in droves and kill them all? If not, then as to rattlers, the government could always release king stakes to get rid of them. I wouldn’t live in the desert for these reasons, plus the dust and heat. I had my fill of rattlesnakes and scorpions when I lived in California where it was kind of nice and green.
I have no idea what he thinks he doing out there taking unsafe walks with his dog. After all there are also cougars out there. Hopefully, he keeps his dog by hs side. I also think a different breed of dog may be better than what he has. A pit bull would work if the pit bull didn’t eat him, his wife or his children.
I liked the story of his hearing howls at night and running out of the house in his skivvies just to yell at them to leave, but then finding his flashlight meeting up with two eyes in the bushes. A big cat. He backed up into the house, and then found that it was a bobcat. Bobcats are okay. They never bother people. But I don’t know. I just don’t know about him.
In one chapter he talks about planting a lawn and adding plants, and how much the desert animals loved his place, all but the rattlers. What? What? Hasn’t he ever heard of a “snake in the grass.” Coolness draws snakes. I had a lawn in Creston, CA which is a semi desert. I had rattlers. I had cats that killed rodents and once one killed a baby rattler, as I saw that she had tried to bring it in the house. I knew to keep the cats and my dog in at night due to the coyotes.
The yipping that the author hears from the coyotes is not their howling; it is only the beginning of it. To me it sounds like the bark before the howl, and sometimes the yip. If they are only yipping and yapping, it is them chasing an animal, and if you listen you can hear their kill crying out. I hated that sound. At least they could be quiet about it. Howling is good; yipping and yapping, bad. Cougars are scary; bobcats are not.
To me Michael, his family, his dogs, and his cats are just sitting ducks out there. This reminds me, one day when I was walking my friend’s child to the bus stop in Valley Center, CA. We heard some noise going on with the ducks. A bobcat ran through the flock, and when he came out the other side, he had a dead duck in his mouth.
Next, MIchael had a chapter on hating cows. How can anyone hate cows? He claims that they are “unattractive, smelly, ill-mannered, and can’t be trusted.” What? I have lived with cows, and they are none of that outside of being smelly, but the smell goes away after a while. And he hates cow pies? No. As a kid we used to love to throw them at each other, and as a science project, my own, I tested them out after learning that the pioneers used to burn them for heat. How do they burn you may ask? Fast and hot. So unless you have a very large herd of cattle don’t count on them to provide you with heat all winter. But cow pies also make the grass grow better, because everywhere they poop, it what grows is greener and taller. And cows have a sweet face. I will always remember when I first rented the farm house in Creston, CA. One day I was painting the kitchen with the door open, and I looked over at it, and a cow had her head in the doorway just watching me. I asked for a fence after that but told the owner of the cows to not fence in the trees so the cows could have shade. But this shows how curious cows are. After all what else is there to do in the fields? They loved watching me do things, and would surround me, but if I wanted out from their circle I just started moving and they would back away because they can be trusted. But I think he may be referring to all cattle as cows. Cows are female; bulls are male, and it is the bulls that you cannot trust. They have to be penned up.
Now, I understand that cattle are destroying the environment, causing green house gases, and I am proud of him for not eating beef anymore. As far as I am concerned we can stop raising them and sheep for food, just let them be, and then maybe the wolves will be allowed to live because the ranchers would become farmers. And the wolves can keep down the cattle and sheep population. Who eats lamb anyway? Still, Rick Lamplugh, who studies wolves has his own solution to the wolf issue. That was just mine.
So Michael can keep his desert home, and I will keep my Oklahoma home. Sure, we have copperheads and cougars but not on our land. We have coyotes coming through at night, but they are quiet so no one will hear them. No one talks about losing an animal. We have foxes on our land, but they haven’t eaten the cats. Hmm. Maybe that is why we have less groundhogs. And we have ticks and mosquitoes and chiggers which is something that he brags about not having. I will give him that. We had a bear come into town. Wish I had seen that since it was only a baby. I would rather have dry heat than this humidity too. But I like our lush rolling hills in east Oklahoma. I like our tall 80 foot trees and I like how everything grows so fast, but I have never weeded so much in my life. So, this is where I part by saying, To each his own.