INCIDENT AT BUNKERVILLE

STILL FIXING FROZEN WATER LINES IN BAYFIED

BLM RHINESTONE COWBOYS

Wednesday,  8:45 AM.  27 degrees, wind NE at ground level, calm with stronger gusts. A diminished silver disk of a sun is attempting unsuccessfully to penetrate the leaden overcast.  The humidity is 62% and the barometer stands at a relatively high 30.27".  It looks and feels like we will get the predicted snow storm.
   Bayfield is at last recovering from winter damage to frozen water lines and sewers.  We hope this will be the last photo of it!

   I usually try to find some humor in all but tragic situations, and the BLM’s ridiculous and misguided standoff with the Nevada ranchers should, I guess, be no different. So...

                                     THE INCIDENT AT BUNKERVILLE

   There were actually humorous statements made and situations that occurred during the dangerous Nevada standoff between the Bureau of Land Management and the ranchers, such as the obviously-New York reporter who stated that the BLM helicopters were “separating the mothers from their children.”  Cows and calves were not in his citified lexicon.

    And then there was the absolutely clueless bureaucrat who referred to the BLM conducting a “cattle gathering.”  He evidently had never heard of a “roundup.”  Pretty axiomatic of someone trying to manage a task about which they are totally ignorant.  And, by the way, they only managed to find four-hundred of the nine-hundred cows they were looking for.  Kind of hard to find them-there critters up those rocky draws if you ain’t no cowboy!

    And then there were the looks on the faces of the heavily armed federal troops who lifted their eyes to the ridges and realized that they were surrounded by a far greater number of adversaries, well armed, than had been anticipated.  Sort of like Custer and all them Injuns.  

   Certainly some gray, if not actually dark, humor therein.So I have invoked my artistic license and composed a little ditty in commemoration of the Incident at Bunkerville, to be sung to the tune of “Home on the Range”

           

            Home, home on the Mall

            Where the Pols and the Lobbyists play

            Where seldom is heard

            An encouraging word

            And the skies they are murky all day

            Home, home in DC

            Where the Pres and his pals they do roam

            Far from their work

            On the golf links they lurk

            While  impoverishing poor you and me

           

            Home, home on the range

            Where the hardworking ranchers do live

            And their cattle do graze

            While the bureaucrats rave

            ‘Bout the turtles that don’t misbehave

           

I could go on ad nauseum but will spare all concerned.