Friday, September 28, 2012
Where there's smoke -- and mustangs
Many of us were worried this summer when flames of the Ironwood Fire burned 640 acres around BLM's Palomino Valley wild horse corrals.
I asked Heather Emmons Jasinski, a very responsive Public Affairs Specialist for BLM, what would have happened if the flames hadn't been turned away in time?
"With regard to an evacuation plan, the Palomino Valley Corrals has a
substantial defensible bare ground area around the entire perimeter of
the facility and in the event of a nearby fire it is not envisioned that
animals at the facility would be threatened or evacuated. If a fire
were to occur nearby the compound as occurred recently, the defensible
area around the complex should prevent fire from entering the facility
as the facility mostly consists of bare ground, steel and wooden
corrals. However, if the fire happened to cross the defensible area,
the only fuel sources are wooden fence posts, dry manure, hay stockpiles
and buildings. If these fuel sources caught fire they would be
combatted with a 2,000 gallon water truck at PVC and local emergency
services. Animals that might be located in pens near buildings or
haystacks could easily be moved away to safe areas within the corral
to the logistics involved, large numbers of wild horses could not
immediately be moved out of the facility within an emergency time frame
if a fire were nearby or if buildings or haystacks ignited at the
facility. Since animals could be quickly moved away from any potential
fires to safe areas within the compound, it would be in the best
interest of the animals to remain at the facility and for the facility
to practice applicable wildfire suppression."
Labels: BLM, evacuation, fire, Heather Emmons Jasinski, Palomino Valley
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Terri Farley @ 4:51 PM
Sunday, September 09, 2012
Under the Sea
I was reared to believe that God or Goodness is everywhere, but mostly, above
, like, in the sky.
I've never thought of God under the sea.
I love authors, poets and experiences that nudge me to look at what I "know" differently.
This morning no sound but the loud
breathing of the sea. Suppose that under
all that salt water lived the god
that humans have spent ten thousand years
trawling the heavens for.
We caught the wrong metaphor.
Real space is wet and underneath,
the church of shark and whale and cod.
The noise of those vast lungs
exhaling: the plain chanting of monkfish choirs.
Heaven's not up but down, and hell
is to evaporate in air. Salvation,
to drown and breathe
forever with the sea.
"New Religion" by Bill Holm, from The Chain Letter of the Soul: New & Selected Poems. © Milkweed Editions, 2009. Reprinted with permission.
Labels: ocean, poetry, religion, sea, Sea horse
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Terri Farley @ 8:31 AM