06/17/2026
Ray and C. Rex were out on the golf course on Tuesday… and before anyone says it—yes, we were working. Our assignment took us to Los Altos Golf Course, continuing the ongoing effort to humanely relocate prairie dogs.
I’ll admit something I already know deep down: prairie dogs can be prolific. Last year, through persistence and a lot of patience, we relocated 87 prairie dogs along fairways 18, 1, and 9. Still, I knew there were a few left. Remember prairie dog math—if you see three, there are ten more that you don’t see. Today was a return visit, with the usual mix of satisfaction (captures) and inevitability (yet to be captured).
Consider the food chain of complaints: clients notice, the “owner” hears about it, and eventually someone has to act. Fortunately, we’re the “someone,” and our role is to relocate these little intruders as humanely as possible.
Out on the back nine, I spotted what looked like a distant, shifting mass. My first thought: “Well, that’s a flock of turkeys.” Ray quickly corrected me—it was a flock of Canadians. Not the human kind, but a parade of geese meandering across the fairway. There’s a perfectly good pond nearby, but apparently the green was the preferred restroom of the day.
As we approached, Ray noticed movement near
one of the burrows. At first glance, it might have been a tortoise or a turtle. A closer look revealed a red-eared slider. Though not terribly far from the water, it was far enough to raise some concern. Ray, having more experience with turtles, observed her behavior and concluded she was using a prairie dog burrow as a nesting site. We gave her a wide berth and hoped for the best.
By the time we wrapped up our work, she had finished as well and was already making her way back to the pond. With any luck, her efforts will pay off.