By David Horst sandhill7@gmail.com
Not many people are neutral on Wisconsin’s wolf hunt. They represent nature free and wild to you. Or they are a threat to be feared by you.
What if you owned livestock in an area where wolves roam? What if your cultural traditions held them to be sacred?
These and other points of view will be explored fully at a program on Wisconsin’s wolves 7 p.m. Friday, Sept. 13, at Mosquito Hill Nature Center, N3880 Rogers Rd., New London. It is a chance to harden your position on wolves or better understand the other side of the issue.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Monday, August 19, 2013
Tornado reshapes the woods
By David Horst sandhill7@gmail.com
Destruction came to visit up on the sand hill we call home.
We were in the path of the f2 tornado that bounced through the Hortonville area. The roar of the wind about 1 a.m. was so loud, sleep was not possible. I went to the bedroom window and saw trees battered by such force that they seemed to be gripping the ground with their roots to hold on.
I thought to myself, we're going to lose a few trees. There was no siren and the forecast said nothing about severe weather. The storm passed so quickly, it seemed like damage would be minimal. A walk of our land Wednesday morning showed that couldn't have been further from reality.
Destruction came to visit up on the sand hill we call home.We were in the path of the f2 tornado that bounced through the Hortonville area. The roar of the wind about 1 a.m. was so loud, sleep was not possible. I went to the bedroom window and saw trees battered by such force that they seemed to be gripping the ground with their roots to hold on.
I thought to myself, we're going to lose a few trees. There was no siren and the forecast said nothing about severe weather. The storm passed so quickly, it seemed like damage would be minimal. A walk of our land Wednesday morning showed that couldn't have been further from reality.
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Osprey nests a platform for mystery
By David Horst sandhill7@gmail.com
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Pat Fisher is concerned about ospreys. Actually, she cares about all large birds, but this year ospreys have her very concerned.
Baby ospreys are disappearing from their nests.
The
New London bird rehabilitator tracks osprey reproduction in Waupaca,
Outagamie and part of Winnebago counties. She counts how many young are
in each nest, checks their general health and bands their legs for
future tracking.
That’s what we were doing recently when I tagged along with Fisher and her crew and two guys from We Energies with a bucket truck.
Ospreys are bigger than a crow, smaller than an eagle. They are mostly white underneath but the tops of their wings are brown. A substantial brown stripe swooshes across each eye. To identify them in the air, look for wings that are slightly arched.
View a slideshow
Pat Fisher is concerned about ospreys. Actually, she cares about all large birds, but this year ospreys have her very concerned.
Baby ospreys are disappearing from their nests.
 |
| An osprey chick is prepared to be weighed. |
That’s what we were doing recently when I tagged along with Fisher and her crew and two guys from We Energies with a bucket truck.
Ospreys are bigger than a crow, smaller than an eagle. They are mostly white underneath but the tops of their wings are brown. A substantial brown stripe swooshes across each eye. To identify them in the air, look for wings that are slightly arched.
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Eulogy of David Horst Sr.
David John Jacob Horst Sr.
May 6, 1928 - June 26, 2013
My family has suffered a tremendous loss. We could see it coming from a long way off, but that didn't make it any less of a shock. When the phone rang at 3:30 in the morning, it could mean only one thing -- what we thought was just days left with him turned out to be only hours.
Still, I'm fortunate to have had him for 56 years. Maybe he knew I was going to take that long to shape. More likely it was that he knew my sister Jane would take nearly 60 years.
Most of what's best about me came from him. My calm, my patience were his gifts. That I know a crescent wrench from an open end and can use them to replace a fuel pump or bleed a brake line is his doing. I got most of what we'll call his attention to detail. Others might use the word perfectionist. His blue eyes, he kept for himself. His instant and uncanny sense of direction I didn't inherit either.
May 6, 1928 - June 26, 2013
Still, I'm fortunate to have had him for 56 years. Maybe he knew I was going to take that long to shape. More likely it was that he knew my sister Jane would take nearly 60 years.
Most of what's best about me came from him. My calm, my patience were his gifts. That I know a crescent wrench from an open end and can use them to replace a fuel pump or bleed a brake line is his doing. I got most of what we'll call his attention to detail. Others might use the word perfectionist. His blue eyes, he kept for himself. His instant and uncanny sense of direction I didn't inherit either.
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