[...] Boulder is a battleground county in the prairie dog wars. The developers and equestrians are surely much chagrined by this clear bias for those hippie dirt-worshippers who protect the plaque-carrying rodents. However, it would be much easier to side with those who dislike the ubiquitous prairie dog if 1) developers hadn’t gassed a bunch of them to build a Wal-Mart on the southern end of the county (no Wal-Mart in Boulder city limits, of course) and, 2) the little critters are so darn cute, especially in the spring when the litters of babies come out, gosh they’re adorable…did I mention their reproductive capabilities rival rabbits? Well anyway, like them or not, Happy Prairie Dog Day and enjoy my haiku to the prairie dog. [...]
Be he ever so humble, there’s no rodent like the prairie dog. Hear his chirp (of Haiku fame) and it brings back the sound of Bill Monroe pining for Kentucky on his trusty mandolin and the smell of coffee grounds mulling in rainwater over a rhythmic campfire.
[...] Boulder is a battleground county in the prairie dog wars. The developers and equestrians are surely much chagrined by this clear bias for those hippie dirt-worshippers who protect the plaque-carrying rodents. However, it would be much easier to side with those who dislike the ubiquitous prairie dog if 1) developers hadn’t gassed a bunch of them to build a Wal-Mart on the southern end of the county (no Wal-Mart in Boulder city limits, of course) and, 2) the little critters are so darn cute, especially in the spring when the litters of babies come out, gosh they’re adorable…did I mention their reproductive capabilities rival rabbits? Well anyway, like them or not, Happy Prairie Dog Day and enjoy my haiku to the prairie dog. [...]
Be he ever so humble, there’s no rodent like the prairie dog. Hear his chirp (of Haiku fame) and it brings back the sound of Bill Monroe pining for Kentucky on his trusty mandolin and the smell of coffee grounds mulling in rainwater over a rhythmic campfire.