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I Farted on santa's lap

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Here Comes Another Bubble - The Richter Scales

Check this out and isn't it the truth.

Santa Squirrel Live

tengrrl on http://www.wyldryde.org/ IRC Network in the chat room #chris did this priceless picture for me. I just wanted to remind everyone, Santa will be streaming live on December 9th - 15th at 8:00 PM EST for one hour on http://ustream.tv/ Please stop buy and in the chat room say hello to Santa. He will return the greeting and don't forget get the kids. Santa will wish them a Merry Christmas if you type their name in the chat room.

Going Home

Land of the High Noon Moon

Isn't it strange, the Land of the Midnight Sun in the winter turns into the Land of the High Noon Moon.

Happy Holiday

Happy Turkey Day all

Happy Holiday

I just wanted to wish all a happy holiday from all us squirrels here on the Permafrost Ranch, please stop by the web site and maybe click on a google add or two. or buy a calendar, t-shirt and support the squirrels here on the ranch. Thanks for all your support over the last year. If it wasn't for you, the Great Alaskan Red Squirrel Cam would not be here.

Christmas Gifts

If your looking for a unique Christmas Present, why not try one of the Great Alaskan Red Squirrel Calendars. You can find them on the squirrel cams web page at http://www.thesquirrelcam.com/calendar.html

Hurry up and order in time to get yours before Christmas.

I know all the squirrels here on the Permafrost Ranch will thank you.

Boreal Chickadee

The light is right for some bird shots early in the morning shortly after sunrise.

Squirrely Holloween

This is spooky, I saw a red squirrel out on the feeder yesterday evening at around midnight. Now, that is very unusual to see one out in the middle of the night. He must have been getting ready for holloween.

Squirrely Monday

There has always been some reason I've hated Monday mornings, like school, then work, and this morning. The car wouldn't start. It dropped off to -4 this morning here on the Permafrost Ranch. I got a good crop going in this year. Just ask my little buddy here, if she thinks the same.

Remembering Chief David Salmon

I awoke this morning looking out the window to a glowing light from the sunrise. A golden light color from the clouds and fog that had enveloped the dark green on the boreal forest here on the Permafrost Ranch. Sitting here in my chair thinking of todays events to come with a memorial to Chief David Salmon and remembering the past.

The year was 2007, it was July and the out look for the weather that day was Rain, Windy and Cold. The Midnight Sun Intertribal Powwows second day events were about to begin. The morning had been just as predicted, cold wet and windy. Chief David Salmon was on hand for the days activities. Knowing Bob Maquire had a Athabascan Rain Chaser, I asked if Chief David would use it to chase the rain away. He agreed, and soon was in the circle explaining about what he was going to do. He made small joke about the rain chaser he was using. I guess it didn't have the correct end to hang on to attached, but nonetheless he commenced to swing the rain chaser in the four directions and said a prayer to chase the cold and rain away. There wasn't many people there in the stands, and people were just starting to filter in the gate. Still, you just got to believe it will work, that's what Chief David Salmon had just said about the rain chaser. You got to believe.

Believe it, or not within 10 to 15 minutes after his prayer and the swinging of the Rain Chaser. The clouds lightened and begin to lift, the sun came out and within an hour the weather turned warm and beautiful. We had a great Powwow that year and that day was so special.

Remembering that day, the day Chief David Salmon chased the Rain Away.

Just checking In

I just dropped in to see what condition your condition is in.

How to find a Good Computer Repairman

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Unusal Visitor

I had a unusual visitor to the Cam 2 feeder last night. While sitting here at the desk and computer watching the out the window at the feeder for Flying Squirrels to come in. Look who shows up on the feeder. Now this is an old Ferret cage of three stories, or about 5.5 feet off the ground. That vole has to climb a long ways to get to that peanut butter bowel.

Lets talk Squirrels

My little buddy rules the east side of the yard. I sometimes wonder what is going through his little mind when he sees me with the camera. Sometimes he leaves quickly and at other times he poses and keeps a close eye on me.

Justice is Knocking

Today, the gavel fell (knock knock knock) on just one of the high and mighty. Guilty as charged. It didn't take long for a jury of his peers to come to a verdict. I hope this is just the beginning. Isn't it ironic. How many more will fall. That's the real question. They thought it was just the way it was suppose to work. They were immune from the laws they made for those they represented. How many more now think that. How many more have dodged the arrow of justice so far. Do they think it won't come back to haunt them or that they just won't be caught. Are they sleeping well tonight. I hope not. I know I will sleep well, just knowing that justice is being served. Will they hear that same gavel fall. knock knock knock

Daydreams in time

I was very melancholy yesterday. The summer has slipped away, and today is my youngest daughters 31st birthday. My mood has always taken a trip south this time of the year. It reminds me of that old song from the late 50's or early 60's who's author slips my mind, but the verse doesn't. " My heart goes where the wild goose goes" I too, yearn to fly south. I guess like summer, I've worn my welcome out here in the far north. I was just sitting in my office watching out the window in a half daydream state when the urge to walk upon a sandy beach became almost overpowering. In my minds eye I slipped back to the days of my youth, and the beaches of South Padre Island. It is there where I would drive my old chevy down the beach until I was far away from the last people towards the Land Cut. This was as far as one could drive. It is there on those stretches of beach where no one mostly went except a few hardy fisherman that I found some peace of mind. I would build a fire, throw out a fishing line and just sit on the beach with my back towards the setting sun. It was there were I left the troubles of my youth behind and that urge to return to those earlier days was overwhelming. I could hear the gulls and the crash of the waves on the beach and feel that sand beneath my toes. Then the phone rang, and the daydream faded away with the reality of the life I lead now. It only made the melancholy worse.

Winter's Arrival

Winter arrived today, it was 18 degrees here on the old Permafrost Ranch.