Monday, March 4, 2013

Animals! Animal and Bird Hearts. Chisholm Trail.

 

For “Mammal Monday”:

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dog-but-i-luv-u (Small)

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dog-odor-eaters (Small)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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On This Day:

Founder of Chisholm Trail dies, Mar 4, 1868:

“Jesse Chisholm, who blazed one of the West's most famous trails, dies in Oklahoma of food poisoning.

Although the trail named for him later came to be one of the major cattle-drive routes between Texas and Kansas, Jesse Chisholm was a frontier trader, not a cattleman. Born in Tennessee of a Scottish father and a Cherokee mother, Chisholm was among the early pioneers who moved west into what is now the state of Arkansas. In his 20s, he joined a community of Cherokee Indians in northwestern Arkansas and became a frontier trader. His familiarity with both Anglo and Native American culture and language (he could reportedly speak 14 different Indian dialects) helped him build a thriving trade with the Osage, Wichita, Kiowa, and Comanche.

Chisholm's knowledge of the Native Americans also made him useful to government officials. The U.S. was eager to negotiate treaties with the tribes in the region, and Chisholm served as a liaison between tribal leaders and federal officials at several important councils. Many Indian leaders trusted and respected Chisholm, and he successfully negotiated for the release of numerous Anglo captives taken by the Kiowa and Comanche.

Chisholm's vast knowledge of southwestern geography were invaluable in trailblazing. He led several important expeditions into the Southwest during the 1830s and 1840s, and during the Civil War opened a trading post near present-day Wichita, Kansas. Following the war, he blazed one of the first trading routes south down from Wichita to the Red River in central Texas. Eventually extended all the way south to the Gulf of Mexico, the trading route became known as the Chisholm Trail.

A straight wagon road with easy river crossings and few steep grades, Chisholm designed his trail for the lumbering heavy freight wagons used for commerce. In 1867, a year before Chisholm died, his trail also began to be used for a different purpose: cattle drives. The rapidly growing Texas cattle industry needed to move its herds north to the railheads in Kansas, and Chisholm's gentle trail provided an ideal route. During the next five years, more than a million head traveled up the road, trampling down a path that was in some places 200 to 400 yards wide. Hooves and the erosion of wind and water eventually cut the trail down below the level of the plains it crossed, permanently carving Chisholm's Trail into the face of the earth and guaranteeing its lasting fame. Traces of the trail may still be seen to this day.”

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Yesterday:

I was my turn to tend to the Cat Habitat in Conroe.  There were all new cats, as the others had been adopted, except Arty who, as he has been there a month, he went back to Kenya’s.   I hope Miss Priss is happy in her new home with two other cats.

As they had just been put in the habitat the day before, the new cats were still adjusting to not being in their foster homes, and they hadn’t eaten their dinner.  I called Kenya, but she wasn’t surprised, she said to just clean up the canned food dishes, and disturb the cats as little as possible.  She would be back to check on them that afternoon.  I went to Lowes and bought some plumbing parts and came home.

Satchmo is a very nervous and skittish cat, he doesn't like to be on the screen porch, and runs when any one enters a room.  I wonder how stressed he will be when traveling in the motorhome. There is often a lot of construction going on here, and it really bothers him.  I found out that this is often the case with de-clawed cats, they run when startled, as they can’t fight.  I am used to laid back cats who go with the flow.  I love him to pieces, but is this life good for him? He can go back to his foster mom, and have a quieter life.  He has put on weight, his coat is better since he has been here, and he seems fond of me, but he is so scared all the time. I don’t know if I did him any favors by taking him in.

The new wall heater arrives today.

7 comments:

Dizzy-Dick said...

It takes time for animals to adjust in some cases. Satchmo must be one of those cases.

Dizzy-Dick said...

Forgot to say how much I enjoyed the pictures above. You got me smiling.

LakeConroePenny,TX said...

Thank you for your comments, DD.

I'm glad you liked the pictures.

I called Satchmo's foster mom yesterday, and she said that he was a 'hidey-hole' scaredy-cat for the five months that she had him.

Happy Tails and Trails, Penny.

Judy and Emma said...

I liked the captioned pictures too. :)

Rod and Loyce Ivers said...

Stick it out with Satchmo.. He still doesn't see your place as his permanent home.... He's been shifted around so much naturally he's fearful.. It will go away after some time..... He'll trust you eventually!!

Jill said...

I loved your dog pictures! Thanks.

LakeConroePenny,TX said...

Thank you for your comments, Judy, Rod and Jill.

I am so glad that you enjoyed the pictures, I will have to do that more often.

Rod, Satchmo trusts me, comes to me to ask for more food, and has claimed the backs of the recliner and couch as his territory. He sleeps at the foot of my bed, purrs when I go near him, and loves to be petted. He has no other cats to bother him, like he had at the foster mom's home. I don't think he got much attention there, because she would have noticed that he wasn't well.

I found out that the skittishness is another symptom of hyperthyroidism. He isn't going to get over that without treatment for his disease.

I am taking him to the vet again this afternoon.

Happy Tails and Trails, Penny