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It's a Dog Gone Shame There actually are people who kill our prairie dogs, scopes upon their rifles like the butchering of hogs. They sit at chairs and tables and can kill an awful lot, walk away while laughing leaving carcasses to rot. What kind of petty person could ever get a thrill, from the sick and senseless slaughter of a prairie dog kill. I would like to do something to help write this wrong. There won’t be any doing when the last doggie’s gone. With open arms they’re welcomed onto the ranchers land, the dog is just a varmint kill as many as you can. He eats all the grasses he is full of disease, a hazard to the livestock and he’s covered with fleas. The killers start shooting while they chuckle and smirk, then start blasting bullets we know how bullets hurt. When the bloodfest is over what survivors still remain are murdered by the rancher and his deadly poisoned grain. Ignorance and rumor are the real killers here. The truth we find in science, and science makes things clear. The prairie dog is truly the cattleman’s friend, he was the buffaloes buddy before the bison’s end. Dogs will eat grasses and all noxious weeds, the new growth that follows is the grazers favorite feed. These grazers are too smart to step in prairie dog holes, which are dark and empty as these sad shooters souls. Prairie dogs aren’t dirty they are really quite clean. They spend their hours preening and can dig their own latrine. They communicate by talking can more than warn or greet, for eagles, fox and ferrets they’re the only food to eat. If we lose these little doggies we lose the prairies key, change the name to wasteland there’ll be nothing left to see. For a cornerstone species is so crucial to us all, we better help the black tails stand proud, upright and tall. |
Additional Notes:
I wrote this after watching a show on FSTV called Varmints about the Black Tailed Prairie Dog.
I recommend watching it although I will warn of it's graphics. If anyone is interested and cannot find
it, e-mail me and I will try to make a copy or re-tape it. It is shown 2-3 times a month. I think about the passenger pigeon every time I think about the Black Tail and fear their parallels. The excuse that they are varmints, rodents and "we aren't breaking the law" won't cut it anymore if we are to insure their survival.
The hawks and raptors are already disappearing from our great plains as the Dogs numbers decline. They need ALL of OUR help and they need it now. Write is used intentionally in the first verse. thanks for reading
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