Berna and Tor

Berna and Tor are trying to figure out what I'm taking pictures of - they haven't noticed the rainbow behind them.

Berna, my beautiful Anatolian, decided to pose for once. I think she's been reading about show dogs. Tor, finally up to a normal healthy weight, watches happily.

Summer Sunset

I was working at the computer when I noticed the unusual quality of the light. Stepping outside, Charlie and I saw a beautiful double rainbow, and the mist remaining from the day's rain brightly lit. As the sun set the rainbows got brighter, and the highlighted area increased. The rainbows went nearly straight up into the clouds.

Then I turned and looked east. There was the other end of the rainbow - of both rainbows - also rising into the clouds.

A beautiful end to a rainy summer's day.

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The Red Hen

At my former farm, the house faced a fairly busy road. My chickens roosted on a trellis at the end of the carport, in full view of the road. One day a pickup stopped, disgorging a man and his young daughter. "Would you be willing to take a couple more chickens?" he said.

I've had past experience of people giving me chickens, usually without my consent. The meanest rooster I've had appeared one day and took over the farm, attacking any person foolish enough to set foot on it. I'm now a bit wary of free fowl.

The little girl hugged her dad's leg and looked sad. "Our landlord insists we get rid of the birds. They’re my daughter’s pets." So I took possession of 2 red hens and a duck. A duck that thought she was a hen, and was totally devoted to the larger, darker hen.

The light hen drowned herself in the creek the first week; not used to so much water, I suppose, or perhaps trying to follow the duck. The dark hen and the duck lived happily with me for years, the hen roosting on the trellis, the duck sleeping in a crate below it.

The coyotes eventually made a snack of the duck, but the hen moved with me to the new farm, where she happily combs the woods and fields for bugs. And then one day she lost all judgment.

I have two livestock guardian dogs who live in a large dog yard, instead of out with the livestock. Tor, the Pyr, is there because he is a rescue dog who would try to kill my working Pyr if he was loose. Berna the Anatolian spends her days there instead of patrolling the farm because she was raised by a Border Collie, and loves to chase birds. She isn't nearly as intense or determined as the Border Collie, but she is a quick and thorough learner, and chase is what Border Collies do best.

When I came home from work Tor was at the corner of the pen to greet me as usual. Berna was not. Odd behavior. As I went in the gate I leaned over to see around the shelter, to see why Berna wasn't greeting me. Berna had cornered and was "playing" with my red hen.

For some unknown reason, the hen had decided to go into the dog yard. There is no grass in there, and not much in the line of living plants. Just two big dogs. I've no idea how long the hen was in the dog yard. The poor hen was missing a fair amount of feathers, and quite a bit of skin where the wing connects to the body. I consider the limited injuries as a good sign that Berna may one day be trained to ignore the birds; she could so easily have killed the hen.

The red hen spent a month living inside getting medical care, and one day decided she was well enough to go back out. She can fly up into the trees to roost and looks just as good as new. Maybe I should get her another duck.

 

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Writer's Weekend

I dropped in at a writer's conference near Seattle this weekend, to spend some time with tale spinners and the people who help get those tales pubished. It was fascinating to hear how the publishing process works, and why it takes so long to hear back when you submit a manuscript. It was very inspiring being around so many writers, listening to success stories, and learning more about the business of writing.

Check out http://fiberinparadise.blogspot.com/ for a report from my friend who attended the full conference. While there be sure to read the rest of her blog, and you'll understand why she's had an agent and an editor request her manuscript.

It was a lovely weekend to be in the Puget Sound area. The Northwest has taken summer by the horns. It's been in the 80s and 90s, which is unusual for June. Actually, it doesn't usually stop raining until after July 4th. This spring has been wonderful. It's so beautiful here in spring and summer - the mountains gleem, the water glistens, and the lush green foliage looks positively tropical. Tonight a swift breeze is helping keep this web-footed northwesterner from melting. It was fun to spend some time in the city, but I'm glad to be back in my rural abode.

Elusive Peachicks

My peafowl flock is growing! The brown cluster by the peahen in the background is her clutch of 3 chicks. The hen in the foreground is last years' chick. While they are generally friendly Mom is very wary, and as soon as I get the camera out she ushers her chicks away. The family, including the peacock, are usually found together. Not, alas, for pictures.

 

Sheep Field in Bloom

This is my sheep field with foxglove in full bloom. Not much room for grass, but it's lovely. Fortunately, the grass, berries, and other foliage along the lane is doing very well indeed, so the sheep still have fresh browse while they perform important mowing tasks.

Part of the road maintenance crew.

Nature's Plan

When I moved here, my newly-widened lane was flanked with the red-brown clay that passes here for soil. I decided I needed to plant flowering trees along it, to brighten up the woods and hopefully help keep back the blackberries. I started this winter, planting a few lilacs. And then the Elderberries came into bloom. The Elderberries that seem to sprout up wherever there is disturbed soil, and that now line sections of the lane. Their creamy white blossoms cheerily announced spring.

Other native trees are now taking on the brightening duties, with flowers (I think these are Oregon Boxwoods) and colorful seed pods.

Some scrappy-looking plants have been establishing themselves in the clay. I'd been wondering what they were and if it was wise to let something that spread so fast to take hold, but decided anything was better than the Himalayan blackberries that are the bane of the Northwest. They then put on a growth spurt and turned into flows of delightful long-stemmed greenish-white and pink flower stalks. Tellima grandiflora or fringecup, a northwest native described as "somewhat aggressive", seems to be out-competing everything. Pretty pink claytonia sibirica, a purslane called candy flower, adds color interest.

I can't wait to see what blooms next. One of the lilacs I planted shows up in front of the log as a forked white stem. It isn't doing so well. And I thought I could improve upon nature.

Breakout!

I've previously mentioned my Houdini goat, Nibbles. Here she is, the picture of sweet innocense. You'll notice, however, that she is on the lush side of the fence.

And today she brought her friends along. They are having a great time digging into the blackberries that are growing madly with the warm and wet weather we've been having. I'm quite happy to have this area pruned, but do prefer to be the instigator. I decided Nibbles had a good idea, and my self-motivated mowers (the sheep) have joined the goats and are edging the lane. They seem to prefer weeds to grass, but both need taming if I'm to have driving room this summer.

Foxtail Farm

Due to sheep selection I may need to rename my farm from Ravenwood to Foxtail. These hardy plants are doing much better than the grass I'm trying to establish as pasture for my sheep and goats. This is a difficult task as I don't have enough fenced areas to give the grass a fair start, and of course the soil is heavy clay.

Elsewhere, in non-sheep areas, the foliage is highly varied. Obviously these other plants taste good to sheep. It's a good thing sheep don't like foxglove, as they are poisonous plants. I'm glad I don't have to scour the fields for plantlings. I will have to attempt to reduce their numbers, but I'll wait until after they've bloomed. They are beautiful.

WildWatchCams

The Washington Department of Fish and Wildlife has a series of wildlife cams that are very interesting. I haven't seen my bald eagles lately, so I went there to view their Kent Eagle cam - and there's a chick! It looks like a chick in the Osprey cam nest too, but it's so rainy today it's hard to tell.

A fun way to spend some time on a wet Washington weekend.

Go to http://www.wdfw.wa.gov/wildwatch/eaglecam/

Raven Young

A profusion of raven calls greeted me when I poked my head out the door last weekend. By the time I got down to the location of the fuss, all evidence of ravens had flown. However, the next day on my way to work I saw a young, bedraggled raven picking at the goose food on the side of the lane. That night he was on my neighbors covered car. By morning he made it to the garage roof, and from there to the house roof. He croaked mornfully, as if the world had abandoned him, banishing him to a wet and loney existence. I put food out for him, but got only raspy calls and suspicious looks. I last saw him in the trees next to the house. Hopefully the adult ravens I saw winging his direction were his parents, and he is now off learning how to earn a raven livelyhood.

Sunrise in Spring

The weather is warm and sunny and the sun is rising over Mount Rainier - it must be spring. Lovely long days are the reward we receive for tolerating the damp, dark winter. The new resident swallows swoop past the window and the air is alive with birdsong. Glorious spring.

Roosting Roosters

For those who don't believe that chickens can fly.

Low Flying Birds

I live on a narrow ridge on the way to the foothills of the Cascade Mountains. There are some interesting things that happen when you live on a ridge.

Birds flying from point A to point B are pretty determined about flying. Last winter while sitting at my computer I turned to look out the window. A Bald Eagle was flying by like a transport plane, just about at eye level. I went outside to see where he was heading, and saw him take a straight path almost due south.

Now that was strange - exciting, but strange. Eagles are magnificant creatures, especially when seen so closely and in flight. It wasn't until a couple weeks ago that the reason for the low flight occurred to me. I was about to get in my car when a Kingfisher flew by at eye level, about a foot from my nose. He didn't seem to notice me, the car, my dogs. Why would he fly by so low?

The birds are on their way somewhere, flying high above the ground and the trees. They come across a ridge, but as long as their path is still above ground and tree level, they don't adjust altitude. They just get very close to the ground at the top of the ridge.

So I get a birds-eye-view of the birds. Life is good!

Berry Delight

Blackberries, while good to eat, are a real problem in the Pacific Northwest. Anytime the soil is disturbed Himlayan blackberries take root. Today between showers I was clipping back vines. My goal was to clear out the area I see out the kitchen window.

As I started clipping and piling, my donkey brayed and the sheep baahed. What was I doing throwing away perfectly good food when they were obviously starving. So I moved down their direction (there are berries everywhere) and threw the branches next to the fence. Heads popped through the fence and devored the greens. The pigmy goat Nibbles (someday I will learn to not take animals people don't want anymore) aperated through the fence and helped clear the leaves so I could see the big vines.

At some point I realized I had stopped working at clearing out berries (a job) and started feeding treats to my animals (a joy). They've done a great job of clearing their field and a path outside the fence themselves. It doesn't look like their necks are 2 feet long, but a path that size exists that wasn't here last year.

When I started clearing a path to Jesse, who had taken a walk in the woods and gotten stuck on the other side of a briar patch, I got grumbles from the fenced crew. Jesse rescued, I came in for a late lunch, and the sheep wandered off. Nibbles levitated back into the field (I never actually see her get between places, but she seems to go at will).

I now have a much larger path, several berry-free moss-covered stumps sprouting huckleberries, and happy sheep. Another good day.

Keeping Watch

Jesse the Samoyed hangs out with Ursa (Caucasian Ovtcharka) and Berna (Anatolian Shepherd Dog). 

Samoyed at Sunrise

Jesse recently figured out how to squiggle under the gate into the sheep field, and under the fence by the pond. You are seeing what happens when a fluffy white dog digs and squirms through mud. He's quite pleased with himself, barking at the rising light. Or perhaps he's telling his tale to the sheep-who-thinks-he's-a-dog.

Posing on the front porch, not understanding why I wouldn't let him inside, Jesse thinks his mud coat is the latest fashion.