Asking for it again?
A happy husky spooked the herd during its first day munching noxious weeds and every other plant the goats could reach in Vail, leading to the death on I-70 of a prized border collie herd dog, worth $2,500 in money and working skill.
At the end of the goats’ time at America’s perennial most popular ski resort, another happy husky hopped a 5-foot-high fence and killed a couple of the goats.
The Colorado Division of Wildlife was less than amused with eight goats that escaped and joined wild cousins for a short time before most were recaptured.
The owner of the goats proved as scarce as a Canada lynx without a radio-tracking collar when the wildlife officers tried to get her to return for the wayward part of her flock.
But Vail officials assure us that they’ve learned from last year’s misadventures and there are some great reasons to have goats get after that thistle and other non-native plants. For one, for a dollar a day, a goat takes care of the problem cheaper, safer and probably better than spraying herbicides.
The big question is whether Vail dog owners can keep their pooches at bay while these sirens in a sea of grass tempt them just by being themselves.
How will we ever do without our green lawns? Watering restrictions are on or looming all down the valley.
Golf courses, while using less of the precious liquid in this largely high desert climate than the ranches they replaced, at least that’s what we are told, may wind up with a bit of a PR problem if our drought bites hard enough to brown all these new suburban lawns that have sprung up in the past decade.
Meanwhile, Denver residents in all their wisdom are overwatering now – leading a 20 percent spike in water use – in anticipation of getting cut off later.
Humans. Strange creatures.
In just the past handful of days we’ve endured the toughest lessons possible about Highway 24 between Minturn and Leadville, and about Highway 131 back to the valley from State Bridge, a popular place on Sundays to catch great bands in musical action.
A couple of 23-year-old men died as their cars went out of control on each road. Mountain driving is just plain dangerous.
Even a longtimer, Merrill Hastings of McCoy, wrecked his car on 131 recently when he got a little sleepy on a late afternoon drive. Fortunately, he didn’t add to the saddest statistic. Be careful out there. D.R.