The deep snow affects the wildlife around here. Yesterday morning I looked through the glass of the patio door and saw a yearling deer casually rummaging through the compost pile on the back corner of our lot. I believe she found good grazing in there since she stayed for several minutes. Then a half hour later I looked out the picture window to the street in front of our house and there walked a pheasant rooster as if he were the grand marshal of his parade.
In the research project I’m now undertaking I found an item of high interest regarding wildlife in my home area. In a publication I had ferreted out someplace with the publication date of 1909 I found this tidbit as seen from a hilltop then known as Okiedan Butte five miles south of Lisbon: “Colonel Creel, ..., then in the United States regular army, in the early sixties [my note - that would be the 1860's] had his command surrounded by an immense herd of buffalo and had to wait several hours for them to pass. He stood on Okiedan Butte for over four hours with his field glass, watching the herd pass. It was a solid moving phalanx extending in every direction beyond the vision of the glass. He estimated the herd at several hundred thousand. They were on their annual migration south to spend the winter.”
It’s hard to imagine that mass of buffalo moving in that area which is now all farmland, shelterbelts, and homesteads. Here’s another story of interest: “Large game used to be plentiful in the sand hills of Owego. In 1883 Clark Brooks and George Severson went into the hills for a hunt. George stepped on the log of a fallen tree and was peering through the prickly ash to shoot a ‘cotton-tail’ rabbit, when a monstrous cinnamon bear rose up erect within six feet of him. George says he could not run because the briers on the ash were so thick. It will never be known which was the more frightened, George or the bear.”
There are so many interesting stories of life in those settlement pioneer days, and I enjoy finding them.
