"God spoke, and there came different kinds of flies,
and lice into all their coasts, and across the land."
Psalm 105:31
"Here come the Ticks!"
and lice into all their coasts, and across the land."
Psalm 105:31
"Here come the Ticks!"
It sounds like an announcement for the arrival of an up-and-coming rock and roll band. But it's not. Rather, it's a breaking news story about the invasion of bloodthirsty ticks now showing up in record numbers here in the southern portion of New York State.
Yes, ticks are now on the rise, possibly due to excessive amounts of rain, or some kind of change within the local climate, so say the experts on the subject. But whatever the cause of their going up in numbers, God surely had a reason for creating these greedy little insects.
For me, however, it's not a big deal. I'm not worried about being bitten by a tick. Rather, my concern is for my deer friends. These being the herd of deer I would often see gathering outside the prison's huge outdoor recreation yard, which is at the rear of the facility.
I've been reporting on the local deer population since I've been here at Shawangunk. Whether it be three or four, or fifteen, and even at times as high as twenty-two, the deer like to stay in the wooded field behind the main yard. Obviously, they feel safe, and don't feel threatened.
So as the regular readers of my journal know, just as I enjoy writing about my tree friends, Miss Goldie and Mister Orange, I will on occasion write about the local deer, too. I'm a familiar face to them, no doubt. But now I must pray that the deer are not harmed and made sick by the invasion of ticks. Amen!
D.B.
Yes, ticks are now on the rise, possibly due to excessive amounts of rain, or some kind of change within the local climate, so say the experts on the subject. But whatever the cause of their going up in numbers, God surely had a reason for creating these greedy little insects.
For me, however, it's not a big deal. I'm not worried about being bitten by a tick. Rather, my concern is for my deer friends. These being the herd of deer I would often see gathering outside the prison's huge outdoor recreation yard, which is at the rear of the facility.
I've been reporting on the local deer population since I've been here at Shawangunk. Whether it be three or four, or fifteen, and even at times as high as twenty-two, the deer like to stay in the wooded field behind the main yard. Obviously, they feel safe, and don't feel threatened.
So as the regular readers of my journal know, just as I enjoy writing about my tree friends, Miss Goldie and Mister Orange, I will on occasion write about the local deer, too. I'm a familiar face to them, no doubt. But now I must pray that the deer are not harmed and made sick by the invasion of ticks. Amen!
D.B.