Sunday, May 22, 2016

The shake of big hands

 
The skies here are OUT OF CONTROL. It's hard to concentrate when crazy stuff like this is going on above you on a daily basis, you guys.

Saturday, April 30, 2016

Spazzy Sage-grouse


I've got not time for words, no time! But here's a series of photos (not the sharpest ever) of a little sage-grouse disagreement. More soon, really!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
 

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Daily Dose of PIKA

Ohhh. I guess I may have scared some people off with my last few rants about Malheur and grazing, huh? Guess that's what happens when you give a damn. "Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul" my friends. Passion, it's healthy. Truth and justice, I like it. (Above: the tiniest pika I've seen yet. So itty bitty!! Below: caching some tasty treats)
But anyway, it's been way too long without a pika post. So go I give to you some of the cutest little nuggets out there. Good lord these guys don't even know.  I'm gonna start crying just thinking about them. SO CUTE. "See pikas in the wild" - put that on your bucket list, seriously. They'll turn your frown upside down.  (Below: Jabba the Pika)
As adorable as they are though, they're struggling. So really, you should go see them before even worse things happen :(  They're already gone from a third of their known habitat thanks to climate change. They are one of the most susceptible species to a warming temperature and  do not tolerate heat (over 78 degrees and they can die of exposure. Horrible). It's really devastating that they are not doing well. We really need to get our act together because we are destroying every.single.thing that matters and it's unacceptable. We are a pretty disgusting species.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

God bless America. Let's save some of it.

Mahahaha! I'm back! Hello again! I have returned! I won't get as rant-y as I did in my last post, but I still have a few things to say. I'm still crazy livid about this Malheur hostage situation (that's exactly what it is). I want to point out that all the photos in this blog (and really, the vast majority of all photos I post) are on PUBLIC LAND. Public land which we need to fully and actively protect and support, especially after this inane terrorist situation in Oregon. National Forests, National Parks, Wilderness areas, BLM land, etc. This land is OUR land. Those who think otherwise have zero entitlement and for them to think that proves their selfishness, ignorance, and stupidity. (Above: Keeper of all Sante Fe National forest: The Golden-mantled Ground Squirrel; Ojito Wilderness; Gray Jay torpedo)
A fitting add to my (very tame) rant is this: See the photos of Sante Fe National Forest (part of it is a Wilderness Area)? Pretty, eh? Well. Some loser skier(s) figured they had the right to go ahead and annihilate(kill) thousands (THOUSANDS!) of trees and make their own ski runs. Pathetic. You'd like to think people who partake in outdoor activities have some sort of respect for the natural world and it's really rather devastating when you find out just how inherently crappy some people are. It makes me genuinely sad (and gives me the genuine rage, also). I went out there to document the destruction that these fools caused and it was pretty mind-blowing. I just have to keep my fingers crossed that sweet, sweet, beautiful justice (er, revenge? vengeance?)  will be served to these idiots, like it will to the inbred Malheur Cheeto-eaters. (Above: Santa Fe National Forest; the southwest sky never disappoints)
I've been spending some time in New Mexico on/off the last few months so here are some photos from around there/here. ...I've had lots of good family time and I've actually seen the sun this winter, which is a pretty big deal. Vitamin D. Whew. Johnny needs the sun real badly.  (the title quote is from the one, the only, the god, Ed Abbey) Above: Santa Fe National Forest; the southwest skies never disappoint; Snow White Johnny; Ojito Wilderness; Below: Santa Fe NF; Ojito Wilderness side crow)

Friday, January 8, 2016

I hope those Malheur terrorists choke on a cheeto.

*Warning: Johnny Nutcase is a little worked up*
Buuuuurds! I took some pictures of them - weird! I realized I hadn't put up any bird photos in a while, which is absurd and sad, a little ridiculous and totally uncalled for. I also said I'd try to blog it up a little more this year. Lookit me try! So, here's some friends I hung out with this week. We had some good talks, real good. (Above: This roadrunner is ready to annihilate the Bundy family and their cohorts; this Say's Phoebe is plotting sweet revenge against the fools at Malheur)
...Should we talk about this disaster in Malheur?  I'm guessing if you live in these fine states of Uhmerca, you know the deal, and if you don't and/or have decided not to be in the know (which I greatly respect), here's a real brief low down: Some crazyass inbred ranchers who are heavily armed ("and ready to kill and be killed") are holding Malheur National Wildlife Refuge hostage. They seem to be lacking all or most of their head-brains and have decided that the government should give them back "their" land (HILARIOUS!) ... please note they are holding hostage public land. Okay...whatever, my blood pressure is drastically rising as I type this and I just hit my head so hard on the wall I think I may be bleeding so just google this nonsense if you don't know what I'm talking about. I can't handle it anymore. WAIT! Did I mention that they're domestic terrorists? Cause that's pretty serious sh!t right there. (Below: This Bushtit wants, and will rightfully take, the blood of the terrorists at Malheur). 
If you're my facebook friend, the below is old news, but I'll repeat it here. Just some fine nuggets of JohnnyWisdom:

For anyone who thinks these fat white boys who are holding Malheur NWR hostage are badass (or worthy of any sort of respect at all), you should know that they're actually pathetic, cowardly pieces of shit. You know what else they are? Terrorists. 

Last time I was at Malheur, I remember spending a long time talking with the sweet, harmless, respectful, ~ 75 year old couple who had been living/volunteering there seasonally for many years. They were genuinely good people. You don't find that much these days. 

If you've never been to a wildlife refuge, please note that they are quite peaceful, happy, unobtrusive, wonderful places. What? That's right, it's a REFUGE! They are set aside to conserve flora and fauna. Extremely necessary places in this twisted world we live in. 

So if you're wanting to give these a$$holes a high five, just think about the fact that Malheur (and most other refuges) is a place where adorable, harmless, good-hearted, little old people volunteer their time. Think about that real hard. And think about what kind of pathetic person it takes to hold one of these places hostage. (Below: Western Bluebirds...you don't even know what they're capable of....)
With a healthy dose of sedatives in my system, I can alllmmoost handle reading about this crap, but if I have to see their slack-jawed faces or hear their mouth-breathing voices, seriously, I just start spewing bile all over the damn place and some awful guttural noise comes out of my math and I just start gagging. 

I spend a lot (A LOT) of time on public land (for fun and work),  I play and work on BLM land, I work with ranchers who lease BLM land...I know the deal (and thank god this isn't the norm..but still..grazing on public land? COME ON PEOPLE!??!) ...So I'm having some serious issues with this...uh, situation. I suppose the best case scenario is that they all just die of a cheeze-it or cheeto deficiency. Sigh...we can only hope. (Below: This spotted towhee is seriously just dumbfounded by what is happening in Oregon. Victory will be his). 
Also, because Yelp apparently has an issue with my extremely useful review of Malheur, here it is (they deleted it): 

This place has gone downhill real badly since my last visit. Their lack of invasive and non-native species control is really in your face and out of control. We encountered what appeared to be a hoard of rabid, hideous, large mammals. All were slack-jawed and mouth-breathing. They had somehow gained access to a dangerous amount of weapons and ammo and most were in their camo-plummage. It appears they were attempting to communicate, but failed miserably at doing so. 

Breeding season is coming up in the Oregon Outback, and we can only hope that these ogre-type creatures are infertile. Perhaps, just to make sure, authorities can take action to sterilize them all. 

(Below:  This white-breasted nuthatch ...so damn cute, I know. That bill though, that bill has big plans. It will pluck the eyes of Vanilla ISIS right out.)

Thursday, December 31, 2015

Obligatory Best of 2015

Oh hey there. I suppose my nude year's, I mean, New Year's resolution should be something like...um, update the blog more? I'll make that attempt, I will! I will try. I definitely neglected this bad boy this year. It's been an ehhhh...an okay year. Not my favorite year, especially the last half., That last half of the year was a stupid, fat, asshole, to tell you the truth. I haven't really forgiven it, that bastard. So I'm hoping 2016 is a bit more of an upper. (Above: Marmot at Palouse Falls, WA; aftermath of a flash flood in southern Utah)
I am, however, grateful for my family and friends, my health, my buddy Hayduke, a flexible work schedule, sedatives, and stuff like that. I am really lucky and happy that I have been able to spend a lot of time with people I love this year.  I mean, it's not enough time, of course, but it's been good. I am craving some serious quality time with some of you, and you know who you are (if you know what's best for you...). I miss my G-nugget like crazy and losing him in August crushed my soul completely. Honestly, it made this year downright shitty. (Above: Western Rattlesnake and Short-eared Owl, both near Atomic City, Idaho)
The move to Idaho (northern part of the time, southern part of the time) has been better than expected. I am looking forward to getting back in the field in a couple months (though the likelihood of me freezing to death is high, terrifyingly high) and getting back off the grid. Wait! That may deter my resolution of updating this thing, huh? Hmm...(Above: Around Big Butte, ID; secret spot in southern Idaho)
So there it is. Here it is. Here's ten of my favorite photos from the last year. Because that's what goes on in photo blogs at the end of the year, ya know? Please forgive me for being such a lame photo blogger as of late.  I hope 2016 is the best one yet for all of you. Try to make the world a better place, because that's sort of what it's all about, in the end. (Above: male and female badgers, secret spot in Southern Idaho; Below: American Pika being ridiculously cute, gopher snake- both in southern ID)