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Justice


Fri, Oct 12th, 2001
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Monday, October 15, 2001

On Friday, September 7th I called Doc Agen. "How will I know when it’s time to put Justice, my old horse down?" I asked. "Tell me what he looks like, " Doc said. "His backbone stands up two inches, I can put my finger between his ribs and he has no fat anywhere. In fact, he’s just a bag of bones." There was a long pause. "If it rained and he fell could he get up?" Doc asked. "He’s pretty wobbly," I replied. "It could be hard." "Then it’s time, " Doc said softly.

That Sunday I brushed and fed Justice while my son dug a generous hole in the shadow of a giant oak tree. At 8 a.m. Monday morning Doc Agen came. "This is a hard case," he said. "His head looks pretty good, but the rest of him looks awful." "What would you do?" I asked. Doc took off his hat and scratched his head, "I wouldn't feel good about putting this horse down right now," he said. "He still has a lot of spirit. I’d wait. You’ll know when it’s time." I gave Justice a heaping scoop of Equine Senior, then went home.
Tuesday, October 9th I went to Fountain Seed and Grain and got Justice another bag of food. Then I went to my woods to burn some of the brush I’d piled the day before. Justice lifted his head and whinnied when he saw me. He walked next to me until I entered the woods. I got the fire going, but it started to rain. On my way back Justice was right where I had left him. As I went to the horse trailer where I kept his food, I could hear our horses walking behind me. Reaching the trailer I turned around, Liberty and Black Jack were there but Justice was gone. I looked up the road and saw him lying on the ground. He’d fallen on the muddy hill and was struggling to get up. When I got to him I tried to help him up, but couldn’t. Then I knew this was it. It was just as Doc Agen said.

For some reason I’d taken my cell phone along with me and was able to get a message to the vet clinic. In the pouring rain I petted Justice’s face and sang Happy Trails To You. I thanked him for the day he carried me 30 miles in Custer Park, South Dakota and for the great time we had in Medora, North Dakota. Waiting, watching, feeling, I had time to express my gratitude for the things he had taught me about horses.

Thirty minutes after his fall, he’d turned his body around enough so that he was angled down. He struggled again and got himself up. Shaking, he staggered toward me.

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It's a Disaster!

Fri, Oct 12th, 2001
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Monday, October 1, 2001

"It's a disaster!" I hear my father's voice, intonation and exact words come out of my mouth. I've just been trying to put a new coat of solid color stain on a wall of my house; it's not covering well; all the brush str ..... 
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Why Study Turtles Anyway?

Fri, Oct 12th, 2001
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Weaver Dunes Field Report Late Summer 2001By John LevellMonday, August 20, 2001

With nesting finally completed, those of us working on the Weaver Dunes Blanding’s Turtle Research Project can at last step back to enjoy a m ..... 
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Think Spring....

Fri, Oct 12th, 2001
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Virginia CooperMonday, October 15, 2001

To get a head start on spring planting prepare planting areas now. If next spring is a wet one, you will be able to get out there early and sow your peas and spinach without waiting for the ground to dry ..... 
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The Quest for Caulk

Fri, Oct 12th, 2001
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Monday, Octovber 8, 2001

The house sprung a leak. I needed some caulk to plug the hole to keep the house from filling with water and sinking. Talk about the road paved with good intentions.

I knew I had some caulk in the garage. It wa ..... 
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Contemporary Bunkshooters

Fri, Oct 12th, 2001
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Monday, October 1, 2001

The Rev. Jerry Falwell is what poet Carl Sandburg would call a bunkshooter. Pat Robertson is one too.

Full-flushing, bonafide bunkshooters. Conjurers, magicians, illusionists, pulling the wool over many people’ ..... 
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