Wednesday, July 1, 2015

TWO MONTHS LATER

April 30, 2015 the Grand Teton Mountains on the Idaho-Wyoming border looked like this…

 …from Idaho Highway 47 near Ashton.  Spring was in the air, but there was still plenty of snow on the shoulders of the big peaks.  Farmers were working themselves into a frenzy to get seed in the ground while the good weather held.

 June 30, 2015 the Grand Teton Mountains look like this.  The snow is almost gone and the farms above Ashton look like landscapes from a scenic calendar.

 The farmers aren’t quite as frantic and the weather has been fine.

 This is April…

 This is June.

The summer here is too short to raise the big russet potatoes that grow so well in the valley so they produce the smaller seed potatoes.

The first cutting of alfalfa hay is either drying in the field…

 …or has been harvested into six by eight foot bales, ready to be hauled for cattle feed.

 Here is the process underway of loading the huge bales on a flatbed truck.

 Another crop that is doing well and turning the fields bright yellow is canola.  The seeds will be harvested to make canola oil.  According to the FDA, canola oil has the least saturated fat of any common cooking oil.  That includes olive and soybean oil.

 Next to almost every canola field is a village of beehives.  The bees are brought in to help pollinate the crop so the canola benefits.  The bees like canola because the plentiful blooms mean shorter distances between flowers. Cananola honey has a sweet, mild flavor so beekeepers have a sought-after quality product to sell.

To ensure consistent irrigation, most fields are watered by big center pivot sprinklers.  The end-gun shoots a jet of rainbows and the smaller sprinklers send down a gentle rain as the long arm of pipe walks a circle around the field.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

THE LITTLE FOXES

We were driving along the dirt road leading to camp when we saw a small animal, and then more small animals.

It appears while mom and dad fox were out getting groceries, the kids had gone exploring.

Four little pairs of bright eyes and four bushy tails and a whole lot of curious watched while I got out of the car for a better photo.

When I took another step closer, three of the four disappeared into the grass. One was a little bolder and more inquisitive.

But then he also slipped away.