It was Christmas day, and since we had already had our family get together, my sister, niece and I decided we would spend the day exploring the Prairie. We couldn't have asked for better weather, it was as if God was in the excursion with us. It was in the 50's, sunny and with little or no wind. December in Oklahoma is a funny thing, it can be blowing snow and 40 below or like a spring day!
As I started out from town, I drove past a herd of cattle balling for their morning meal. The "Cookie Wagon" must have not been far behind me because they were running after my truck as I went by. They were ready and waiting!
As soon as I crossed the cattle guard and was on the Prairie Preserve, I saw a herd of buffalo grazing in the pasture, and as I stopped to snap a shot, one looked at me as if to say, "I'm tired of all this picture-taking business!" These buffalos are kind of celebrity figures around here, as every tourist from here to Timbuktu has snapped photos of them!
As I drive across the Prairie, with it's subdued wintertime color, I look for those God-given shots. Up ahead I look off to the left, down into a deep draw and see the Sycamore branches gleaming in the bright sunlight. Their slick limbs are a perfect roosting spot for the Turkey. The predator cats can't get to them in these trees because they can't climb the smooth bark.
I let my eyes slowly survey the land and I spy a hawk, perched high in a tree watching with his keen eyes for his breakfast. The Prairie is teeming with life if you just slow down and look a little closer.
This land is beautiful and you can just see the Hand of the Lord everywhere you look.
I arrived at my sister's house and we loaded all our gear which took us quite awhile. We had ice chests, loaded down with pop and water and sandwiches and lots and lots of snacks, because we tend to get hungry out in the woods, ha,ha! Our metal detectors, shovels and a 410 shotgun, just in case and we were ready to go.
We arrived at the first spot we wanted to explore, where there used to be a large indian encampment. There was a wide valley situated in between 2 hills with rock bluffs. It's easy to envision the Indians picking this place to camp. Up on top the bluffs, underneath the trees was where we found tons of flint and eventually found some arrowheads. My sister found one good arrowhead and a lot of brokes and I found a nice little scraper.
We did a lot of walking with my niece and I going one way and my sister going another direction.
My niece and I sat down on top of a rock outcropping and watched the birds for awhile at one point. We saw a lot of bluejays and woodpeckers flitting around and I'm sure if you took time and really tried to be quiet, that you could get some very good shots of different birds.
After a few hours in this location, we drove to another spot and did a little metal-detecting around an old homeplace. We didn't find much except plow parts and horseshoes, but we had fun. We found an old well near the foundation that was covered with a sheet of tin and a rock and we removed them so we could see what the well looked like. It was very deep and the craftmanship involved in the making of it was astounding! We speculated on who the guy was that had to climb down in there to lay those rocks up the side. We came to the conclusion that he must of been skinny and NOT claustrophobic! We were starting to lose our light, so we decided to call it a day.
As I drive off the Prairie this Christmas evening, I thanked the Lord for a wonderful day with my family enjoying His creation but most of all, I thank God, my Father, for sending Jesus, His Son, to be born and to ultimately die and rise again to purchase our Salvation......For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him, should not perish but have everlasting Life...Oh, What a Gift......
|Heifers waiting on the "cookie wagon"|
|Me, getting ready to pick up an Indian flint scraper|
|Blue sky and buffalo|
|I'm tired of saying "Cheese"!|
|Me, perched on a boulder overlooking a beautiful valley|
|My niece, Jennie up a tree|
|Indian Tobacco or Mullein, a medicinal plant|
|A frozen creek with intricate designs|
|An Indian Grinding Rock|
|Jennie on the creek|