As any of my regular readers, either here or on my forum know, I live in Wilsall, Montana. Located in South-Central Montana, the scenery of the area around my home is striking. If one can ignore the right-wingnut politics of rural Montana, which are rather like those of the communist-scare era of the early 1950s, but not as progressive, it can be a nice place to live. However, because of the overabundance of nutcases, this is kind of an odd place to be if one has any sort of decent liberal arts or science education; it keeps feeling like being transported to an alternate universe. I keep wondering, “What is IT with these people? The basic motto seems to be “On my honor to do my best to help myself and forget the rest.”
I suspect the real problem is that many of the folks here haven’t had the dubious pleasure of living someplace else, so they don’t know how good they have it, and because of that it is easy for them to trash it by simple neglect and the inability to see that the government has a positive role to play in the process of maintaining the region’s well-being. And – shock of shocks!!! – that the taxpayers have a responsibility to fund it. Not so for these dorks! They want the ability to trash the place, and many of them are hell bent on doing so – and regretably they are succeeding.
Fortunately, at the present time, at least, the process is still a relatively slow one. With the increasing degradation caused by climate change, coupled with the inevitable population growth, the time will come soon enough when the children and grandchildren of the present folks will curse the lack of foresight of their progenitors. And because, that time will mean the absolute loss through death and destruction of a lot that I hold dear about this place, I am glad I won’t be alive to see it.
Oh well, for the present, here we are, and here we will stay. Among things we simply can’t afford to move to anyplace else.
The political and social environment aside, the area’s physical and biological environment is spectacularly beautiful. Wilsall is in the Shields River Valley, which is bordered on the west by the Bridger Mountains and on the East by the Crazy Mountains. The illustration below, courtesy of the remarkable software of Mr. Google et alia, shows the lay of the land pretty well. The northern end of the valley is north of Ringling, Montana, where there is a watershed divide between the Shields River and the Smith River drainages. The south end of the valley terminates in the Yellowstone River valley, a few miles east of Livingston, Montana where the Shields merges with the Yellowstone. I thought I would use the next few blog entries to showcase some of the spring and early summer scenery and wild (mostly birds) life found either in our yard in the small cowtown of Wilsall, or in the nearby region. Some beautiful and interesting bird life is found in Wilsall, for at least the present. And even though the changes for the worst are relatively slow, they are accelerating and are noticeable, so … that will not be too long, at all.
One of my favorite Wisallian birds – for that matter one of my favorite birds at all – is the Western Tanager. Not only do they have spectacular coloration, they have neat behavior. When I grew up in Great Falls, Montana, about 150 miles north of Wilsall, I had no idea such gorgeous creatures even existed, let alone could be commonly found at times within 100 miles of my home. At the time of my youth, Great Falls was the city of small, brown sparrows. It was home to a giant population of one of the curses of the North American avifauna, the damned English sparrow. I pretty much thought that in a town, any town, about all one was likely to see were these small, nondescript or cursed ugly brown birds. My dear wife disabused me of that stupid idea, and has shown me the absolute pleasure of looking at our little flying dinosaurs, for which I am truly grateful.
With that background, you probably can imagine my wonder and delight at seeing my first Western Tanager here a few years ago! I simply couldn’t believe my eyes. Wow!! I still can’t get over them. NOR DO I WANT TO!!! These lovies are here for a while in the beginning of summer. This year we appeared to have 4 pairs which were here for about a month. So for your viewing pleasure, in this post I have uploaded a few images of some Western Tanager males. Most folks know that there are some wonderfully descriptive names for the aggregations of some birds, probably the best known of these is, “An Exultation of Larks.” After watching the 12 pairs of Western Tanagers that were around our yard last year, we decided that a fitting descriptive name for a small aggregation of this wonderful species would have to be, “A Squabble of Tanagers.” What feisty birds!!! And how absolutely wonderful to watch their interactive behavior!!!
Well, that’s it for today!
More soon, there are some nice critters found around here.