You can get away with a lot of things

But deliberately poisoning Bald Eagles with an illegal chemical isn't one of them.

In Bloom in June

The Things you See

The cottonwoods are spawning hard...so many fluffy seed floats that they drove me in from the sitting porch last night. I couldn't breath without drawing in a snoot full. They feel like cat hair.

Out of focus shoals along the driveway

However, before I gave up on the pleasantry of the breeze, I got to observe a flock of goldfinches slipping in silently (can you imagine QUIET goldfinches!!!) and nibbling with great dedication on cottonwood seeds. 

Every little while they would lean over to scrub the resulting fluff off their beaks.

Who knew that anything ate those pesky seeds? I sure didn't. The warblers love that tree as well, and peruse it for insects all day long.

Trapped in the spikes of a blooming Orchard Grass plant

I know it is going to have to be cut down in the next couple of years, as it volunteered right in the Y of the driveway, where in a bit it will impact vehicle traffic....but for now, I like it.

How very glad we are that the Black Walnut tree does not distribute
its seeds in the same manner

I'm All Right, But.....

That phone call you hate to get. Well, I got it yesterday. Seems a tractor trailer in Pennsylvania swapped lanes entirely at random with a whole line of cars and trucks beside it.

Guess whose car got hit. Run over really, by the back wheels of the trailer.

Yeah, it will be a while before the Camaro takes us any more cool places.

However, it is probably going to be okay after some serious repairs to door, fenders, skirts, wheel, etc. ......and most importantly, our boy is okay.

There are simply no cars that matter more than that.

That being said, he loves that car and has invested a lot of time in keeping it looking like it just came from the factory....now it looks like it just came from a NASCAR race.

The other side is still nice and shiny.

Wings

13th Lake before the wild times hit

If winter seems to trudge past on slush-clogged snowshoes, then spring flies by on the flickering wings of the hustling hummingbirds.

How did it come to be Memorial Day weekend, when just 17 days ago it froze hard and snowed in some areas?

It never seems quite comprehensible, but somehow we get it figured out, only to have it all change again a couple of months from now.

Meanwhile, we spent the weekend well. Alan took Becky and me to the mountains Saturday afternoon. We toured around a bit and then he introduced us to 13th Lake.

Wowsa what a place! We could get there by car to park in a wood-sheltered alcove ringing with birds I didn't recognize. Three loons dove and paddled right near the shoreline.

The lake was tranquil, but it was very much the calm before the storm.

We started a quick hike to a nice observation point farther up the lake. As we carefully picked our way among stones and protruding roots, the wind began to kick up.

And up.

And up.

Soon the little lake was a froth of whitecaps, row on row, chasing each other down the shore. 

Kayakers scrambled in its howling face. Big drops splatted around us....I tried to get Alan to hurry to the car with the camera and binoculars, but he wouldn't leave me behind.

Still we all made it without getting seriously wet and had a great time. 

Hope we get back there someday...there is talk of taking the canoe. 

Remember

I am waiting until the mosquitoes burn off to go out and water the plants. Right now, as the sun moves over the horizon, way, way to the north, they are pretty aggressive. When it gets going for real they will be beaten into submission and I can work in the yard without being on the menu.

Meanwhile, I am thinking about America and Memorial Day and all that it means.

Thanks to having worked some of the time as a writer for the past decade and three quarters, I have covered about every topic you can think of, including Pearl Harbor. (You have to dig pretty deep to get a thousand words a week, every single week. I don't remember how I tied it to agriculture, but I do remember being pleased with the column. I got to interview real people who had real knowledge of the topic.)

Anyhow, my mother and her cousins truly remember Pearl Harbor...remember playing upstairs at Grandma's and hearing the shock and horror from the adults downstairs when the news came....over the radio I imagine. They remember family members being called away....

Their generation gets it. Understands the sacrifices the people of our nation and other nations who were our allies suffered to save the world from monsters.

My own generation has the handed down memories.....we can and have talked to those who lived the nightmare and saw triumph over it.......and we had our own wars, some of them futile, to reflect upon. We are, after all, the Baby Boomers, born in celebration of the end of that horrendous war.

So we get the crosses and the flags and the solemnity of the day. Our hearts lift when we see the flag flying or hear a high school band playing in the little parade that winds through town.

We remember.

And then there are those who would drag a big eraser across all that was given and sacrificed and suffered, and forget the deeds that were done under the dark light of despair to save the world from true tyranny.  They would rewrite history to favor the folks who brought the battle to us.....they don't get it I guess, maybe because they have an agenda to put forward....or maybe they don't have the stories from their elders to put it all in perspective.

At any rate, what a shame that such a serious and solemn holiday should be marred by bitter controversy....as it has been this year.

Carpe Canem

Ren and the Not Ren

What a day yesterday was. I love May anyhow..... trying to cram as much into every day as I can. Yesterday was a little over the top though....

I had just finished hanging some sheets on the line and stopped to weed the new flower bed  when I heard a sound behind me. 

I turned to look, and there was a tall, golden, dog, standing under the big spruce, and pausing to look around as if confused.....

Speaking of confused...for a minute I thought it was Ren, the kids' dog. Her daytime kennel run is right where this dog had just come from and it looked so much like her.

I called, tentatively......"Ren?"

And the dog jogged away on long, loping legs, like a cheetah on the Serengeti. 

Not Ren.

It was a tall, lean dog and looked wild, every rib an anatomy lesson. It was tattered and battered and torn, but it did and still does look familiar, as if maybe it has been in a Facebook lost dog post at sometime. I followed it hoping to get a pic with my phone but it was just gone.

I posted a description on FB and told the family to BOLO.

When the boss came home it was back, trying to drink from the garden pond. Alan went out to see it and it cornered itself right in the horse yard with Sunny. Not a good plan as the latter is no fan of dogs. Thus Becky put Sunny in the barn and Ren in the house, and Alan gave the wild dog water and a can of food. Loved the water; spurned the food.

He couldn't get closer than 20 feet or so from it, as it trotted and loped nervously up and down the fence. The horse yard is fenced with page wire and cattle panel, so the gate is the only easy ingress and egress. We stood at the gate so it wouldn't leave.

Our local dog warden was called and said he would be right down to pick it up. Thus began one of the coolest things I have ever seen. 

That nice young man spent at least an hour....probably more like over two....patiently talking to the dog, cajoling it with treats and creeping up on it, crouched on his haunches. He covered that yard over and over again, hunkered down at dog height, gently offering friendship, trust, and food to the poor animal.

Talk about a dog whisperer. 

The warden discovered that someone, at sometime, had taught it to sit on command and got it to do so. It wanted to let him touch it so badly, desperately, wagging the tip of its twisted, loopy, tail in a tiny, wistful flutter. It couldn't seem to surrender its safety to someone it didn't know..... it was just too terrified

Then finally, almost suddenly, the loop of the leash was around its neck. As so very often happens with free-running formerly pet dogs, it instantly seemed to sigh with relief and turn from feral wild thing to somebody's lost pet. It trotted calmly beside him down to the truck, and when he patted the tailgate it tried to jump up in the back of the truck.....

How I hope there is a good ending to this story. The dog was taken, I believe, to Ayers Memorial Animal Shelter where it will be evaluated and cared for. Hopefully someone will get all the ticks off and feed its bony body and treat its paws, which were worn and torn right down to bloody flesh and nubs of nails.

Hopefully some caring someone just lost it, rather than discarded it to find its own way, and there will be a happy reunion.

At any rate, we will surely be watching to see what happens. I already was following the shelter on Facebook....now I will make a point of it.

Mad props to Brian Alling, our town warden on a job very well done. 

Good wishes to the poor nameless boy...he looked like a George to me.....I hope it all turns out well for him.

Update:  Owner has been found. Not George, but "Red" will be going to his home ....and how happy we are!

Safer now......

May Be Busy

From robins screaming at four in the morning when the sun is just rolling over in bed and thinking about grabbing five more winks to a Grey Fox noodling across the lawn early in the evening, May be busy.

There are plants to move and gardens to plant. Hooray for putting house plants outside. This is their season to shine. The boss has been working to get the hay mow leveled up and straightened around so this year's crop can be made and stored away.

After several go rounds of doing that yesterday he helped me get the beans and onions in too. Jade had the ground worked up really nice, so it went quite well. It was nice to have help....he has always been too busy farming to take an interest in the garden. Sure went fast with two sets of hands.

Meanwhile, Alan and I planted a new flower bed under the kitchen window, which the boss had spaded up for me. Syracuse colors of course, with a few other odds and ends thrown in. It is a real treat for both me and the robins, which love that I water it every day and bring the worms up for them.

The bird I put on the ID group last week, known only by its endless song, was indeed an American Redstart. I saw his lady yesterday a dozen times...there may even be two ladies and two of him too. How cool is that? Nabbed Tree Swallows yesterday for the list too. I know everyone else has them by the dozen, but the d^$%ed House Sparrows drive them away from here.

Lambs go in. Lambs go out. The big sheep do the same. Roosters crow, large and small, deep in voice or shrill as a dentist's drill; they go at it all day long. The tom turkey gobbles in the barn, while the wild ones strut on the hill. The grass is so tall now, all you can see are heads and fanning tails. The old cows and the big heifer wander across the same hill eating and resting in the shade. The love being at grass and I love seeing them there. A pasture without cows is just a tall lawn.

Chipmunk battles are ongoing...they are winning by sheer numbers. We shoot various things at carpenter bees, as well as whacking them with hats and the tennis racket. There is going to be some painting done pretty soon I think.

Dogs must be watched for overheating. Mack is full of stupid and would run until he dropped if I didn't keep an eye on him.

What with so much that is interesting going on outdoors it is hard to sit still inside. May be busy after all, and with a lot of good things at that. 

I was rewarding myself with a sit on the porch counting birds when urocyon cinereoargenteus strolled out onto the lawn. I stood up with the camera to wait for him to cross the driveway.
Instead he popped out of the corn lilies right next to the house...just a few yards away, and stared at me in amazement when he heard the camera turn on.
He didn't seem too worried.....

Thirty

As birthdays go, it's a big one. Thus I want to be the first to officially offer best wishes to Liz on the actual day of her 30th. My, what a long way we have traveled.

Tourists in a Strange Land

Please come to Boston

In the ongoing tradition of Alan cooking up cool stuff on weekends, all of us but the boss, who felt that his injured legs and feet wouldn't hold up to being cramped in the car and walking all day, went to the New England Aquarium and Quincy Market yesterday.

Everybody loves penguins

Yes, we did have fun.

You might think that lugging a two-year-old through all that stuff might prove challenging, but our Miss Peggy was an angel. She slept all the way over, sang all the way back, and had a ball in between. What a trouper that kid is.

Myrtle, the Green Sea Turtle

She loved petting the cownose rays.....as did everyone..... How cool to have fish that want to be touched and swim right up to your hand like trapezoidal puppies. They feel amazing! Squooshy and yet velvety at the same time. I only left the side of the tank because there were a lot of other people who wanted to touch them too and I felt that I should make room.

Cownose Ray

We did the whole tourist thing too...walked through Faneuil Hall, ate at Dick's Last Resort and were duly insulted....as it happened we had one of the funnier servers and since sarcasm is a favorite font around here, we had a good time. Food was good...you can't beat seafood within blocks of the ocean....well, harbor, but close enough.

I've been to Boston to visit the market and aquarium twice before and passed around the edges once on the way to Gloucester. Both other aquarium experiences involved school trips and chaperoning other peoples' kids. I won't go into detail, but it sure was a lot more fun with just family.

A nasty accident on the way in yesterday reminded me of something I had long forgotten. A couple of miles ahead of us, twenty-odd miles or so before we got to Boston, someone had a bad crash. We sat for half an hour in gridlocked traffic....which triggered a memory of that very long ago Gloucester trip. We sat in traffic even longer then....waited and waited and waited ....only to find that the reason for the prolonged delay was a man.....running around in the stalled traffic....with an ax. You cannot make that stuff up.

In both Gloucester well over thirty years ago, and Boston less than twenty-four hours ago, I enjoyed clam chowder. Boy, I love that stuff.....

Anyhow, a good time was had by all; memories were made and photos taken. Thanks Liz for loaning me camera batteries. Mine were charged but died suddenly and my spares were in the car....in the parking garage....several blocks away. 

And thanks Al. I have done more good stuff in the past three years than in the past forty....and here I thought I was over the hill and looking at the long decline.