I have no idea how old this really is but I would guess the last Ice Age or older. I bought several loads of rock that I had to dig out of a creek bed when the kids were small. I would wade out into the creek and swing an large, heavy, hammer down into the water and hit the rock bottom of the creek bed. That would, in time break a slab of stone off and I put that in the trailer. I did this and filled the trailer two or three times. Each rock, when I got it home, was composed of sea shells or clam shells and other sorts of things that look like vegetation or worms or both. There were things in the rock that looked like dinosaur teeth or cattle horns (palm of hand size) that my kids used to break out and carry to school for show and tell. So some of the things that were really neat to just see, have disappeared somewhere at one of the schools the kids attended.
Photo taken on the 100th Anniversary of the battle. Patty is related to General George Armstrong Custer. You can see the top of the bluff where the white car is parked. The tombstones are located about half way down the bluff between the top and the river below.
Custer’s men are still here at this place along the river. Their last battle was fought here — Custer sent Major Reno to attack the Indian camp on the Little Big Horn River; they expected to kill as many Indians as they could, but the camp was like a large hornet’s nest and Reno had just stirred it up. The troop fled back across the river and made a stand on the bluffs.
They had no shelter or tools but used soup spoons to scratch depressions in the ground just big enough to offer some protection from withering rifle fire. We saw those depressions 100 years after they were made—still in the ground. Many men died from arrows shot up in the sky that fell back down on the troops. There was no mercy shown and none was given.
I married a “Custer” who is related to General George Armstrong Custer, and we visited the Custer Battlefield and looked down on the Little Bighorn River where thousands of so-called Indians were encamped the day George decided he could wipe them all out.
Instead, of course, he was wiped out with every man beside him laying dead and scalped. Only one animal, a horse named “Comanche” survived.
I sometimes wonder what life is all about? After I grew older and stopped playing with toys, I began to hear about giants and dinosaurs and the great herds of bison and the American Indians who used the bison for all of their needs. Then I read about Americans hunting the Indians and slaughtering them as they did at “Wounded Knee”.
White Crowned Sparrow
White Throated Sparrow
This young squirrel lost his entire tail. I saw him when the stub was still bleeding and I am sure it must have been painful. He cannot run like he used to but now, several weeks later when I took the photo above, he was able to get around better and is eating all he can get. I have no idea how well he will do without that tail for protection–though I suspect he lost it protecting himself.