March 12, 2019

          The Lamb and the Lion of last week?  Since then we seem to be getting two days of lamb, then two days of lion, etc.  The north side of buildings is still dealing with hard-unyielding snow pack while the southern sides are showing patches of grass with a mix of mud.

          Walter and Andrew Iverson, sons of Kurt and Margret Iverson, participated in the Simplot Indoor Track Games in Pocatello. Both are long distance endurance runners.

          Two sons of Jeff and Jennifer Seamons, David and Jonathan, qualified to wrestle at the state events in their separate divisions. Jonathan, a middle school student at Preston Junior High, was awarded second place. He’s been invited to the Heartland National Duals in Iowa in April as part of the Idaho State team! Proud of these two grapplers.

           The infant son of Robbie and Taniesha Greene was blessed and given the name of Kolt Chalis Greene, by his paternal grandfather Chad Greene. Friends and family attended this event. Great grandmother Carol Bodily came from Pocatello, ID, others from Blackfoot, ID and furthest distance, North Dakota.

           Sidney Whitehouse was recently ordained to the office of an elder in the Church of Jesus Christ. He is a member of the Mink Creek Ward.

          Carl and Carol Egley just decided to go for a ride at their home in Kansas. It turned out to be rather lengthy, ending up in Mink Creek, with brother, Kent and ReENae Egley. They came to attend the funeral of Ida Bennett, ReNae's mother.

           There has been a flock of snow geese sighted in the lower end of our community. They seem to be taking a breather in their flight northward as they anticipate spring days ahead. Around sixty head of deer were grazing the bare slopes between the bridges across the Bear River on Highways 36 and 34.

            There has been some melting of snow and ice going on. It is not particularly beautiful, but still lifts the cold soul. After the hard grip of this past winter every little break from the cold encourages the thought that spring truly is on its way. The drip, drip, drip is a welcome rhythm and even the prospect of dealing with mud, indoors and out, seems less daunting.

           Daylight Savings Time, no matter how you feel about it, it has arrived. Along with it is that mixed bag of blessings and problems. I don't think our local wildlife realize that their human inhabitants are now marching to a different drum. A doe met her demise in the early morning not-quite-light as someone was hurrying somewhere.