Contemplating Sleds

Here's the food for the hoof stock.

It's the other side of this shed.

There are the hungry sheep, goats and donkey.

Here's my brand new Ursa cart. Just the right size for a bale of hay, turns on a dime, big wheels for handling mud, high clearance for uneven ground. Perfect for western Washington winters.

Not so good for 6-12 inches of snow.

The hay is heavy. The snow is deep. I am not 25. It's been a long morning. 

Wind and Snow

My property looks like a mountain slope in winter, shaped by wind and snow. In reality it's just a ridge, topping out at around 1,000 feet, barely in the Cascade foothills. 

Here the snow has been blown out from around the south side of the house, piled up into drifts.

Ursa taking a break before braving more exploring. She traversed some of these drifts to get there.

Thankfully none of the dogs in this area are eager to escape, as the snow makes a nice step to the top of the fence.

The snow at the front of the house (east side) is packed down from human, canine, and poultry feet. It doesn't look deep. However, that bucket is about 12" tall, and is standing on the ground.

Just down the slope are windswept areas, bare of all but crusty ice.

This snow is very noisy. It has a thick crust of ice and makes loud crunchy noises as I walk through it. I also quickly learned to follow Charlie paths. He seems to have an uncanny ability to sense deep snow and avoid it. My usual path put me knee deep into snow, while 10 feet away Charlie's side path was only a few inches deep. 

Lineup

A line of sheep, just standing, as if on queue at an English bus stop.

My theory is they were heading to the gate when they heard me crunching my way down the hill. They then stopped, waiting to see if I'd deliver the hay to the shelter. "Is this that pizza we ordered?"

Goose Woes

There are times when it's tough being a goose. This snow's crunchy surface holds up bantam chickens, but not Toulous geese. Step, CRUNCH, sink, rebalance. Step, crunch, sink.

Goose prints.

Ursa the Intrepid

At 5:30 this morning 14 year old Ursa was less than thrilled with the strong wind, cold air and crunchy snow. When she tried to get to her favorite pee area she got stuck in snow drifts with a hard ice surface. 

That didn't stop her from accompanying me later on my morning water-hauling and feeding rounds.

On the way back to the house the path was partially blocked by a fallen tree. Ursa looked at it thoughtfully.

What do you do after slogging through crusty snow, getting stuck in drifts, and generally having a hard time of your morning walk, and now being confronted with an obstacle?

Rest up. 

The Guardian

Berna has always loved and revered Ursa, but hasn't been so thrilled to have her inside most of the time. Today, however, Ursa had a difficult morning, and Berna took a protective position, watching over her aging friend.

Wind Damage

It's a good thing I don't have any escape-minded dogs, as I now have a bridge from inside the fence to outside.

These trees went down in the same swirling pattern the snow and the sound made last night. Looks like I have a new clearing.

Snow Storm!

I wasn't feeling the usual buffeting of the house, wind beating on the south windows. The area in front of the house didn't have much new snow, although it's blowing in all directions. Then I walked down to check on the animals and turn off lights in the bird building. Just to the north of the house snow is blown into drifts. The wind roars and howls, has a living presence. The landscape looks unfamiliar as I walk down the hill, snow coming up to my knees.

This wind is from the NE, a very unusual direction. Normally it rushes up the south slope and slams into my house. Now it is getting caught in the woods to the north, trying to slide in around the big garage door, covering my straw - usually protected on the north side of the building - with snow. 

As I trudged up the hill, wind circling me and surrounding me with snow, I thought about people caught out in winter storms, not having a warm house to go back to. We don't normally get this kind of storm west of the Cascades. We really aren't prepared for it. I surely hope my power stays on. The wind is ramping up, whistling through cracks that shouldn't exist in the house, maintaining an aural presence clearly heard through walls and windows. 

Winter is here.

Snow Beauty, Snow Beast

The snow makes everything lovely. Every branch, every object, is a contrast of soft white and dark. White on white becomes a thing of beauty.

Even when that soft, fluffy white pushes trees to their limit, helping them crash down on fences and gates. I have several young maples down. The original trees, huge and majestic, were logged years ago. With tree tenacity young sprouts grow all around the stump, reaching for the sky. These suckers are not as stable as that original old tree, and can't take the combination of wet, wind and snow we've just had. When the snow clears I'll have lots of cleanup work to keep me warm.

Best Laid Plans #3

As usual, my critters and I have entirely different interpretations of what my preparations are for. I set up shelters and feeding stations that I think are the best possible solutions for the various animals, and they do what they want.

The dog shelter continues to be a favorite spot for my Seabright bantam chickens - and a full full sized friends.

Meanwhile Ursa and Charlie are inside warming up and drying off, but Jesse lays in the middle of the yard, becoming one with the snow. His only complaint is that no one wants to play with him in this joyous white world.

Squeak keeps the wild bird food nice and warm, so the junkos and towhees will come by and provide entertainment and food for her. 

I put extra straw in the sheep shelter last night so my sheep, goats and donkey would have a soft, warm spot to hang out in during the snows. I come down the hill to find an empty shelter, and sheep laying in the snow.

Or hanging out by the gate, lounging around waiting for breakfast and warm water. 

Snow Bath

My geese have been upset with the lack of liquid water, their bath having frozen over the weekend, and buckets of water just aren't the same thing. Then today it started snowing again, and they spent their morning using beakfulls of snow for a winter "dust" bath.

Sun, Sky and Tree

A Day at the Races

The email came on Friday. "Do you know what the driving time is between Seattle and Portland?" My friend on Vancouver Island, it turns out, had a horse racing on Sunday at Portland Meadows. This is one of my Pyr list friends, we hadn't actually met. She asked to come see my dogs and their charges, and I asked if I could join her at the races. 

Meeting her was the beginning of a wonderful day. We got to know each other over coffee and cakes, and then drove down to Portland Meadows, where we met her trainer and headed to the barns to see her horse Diva. 

Back when I was in college a friend gave me a book on handicapping, which started a couple years of learning about horse racing and making a few trips to Longacres. My betting was mostly on paper, as I'm not one to risk my hard earned cash, but I did well in theory and I certainly enjoyed the strategies, and following horses and trainers and jockeys. 

Going to the barns was a whole different world. I kept thinking I'd stepped into a Dick Francis novel, without the crime. Besides the trainer, I got to meet the grooms, the exercise rider, the jockey, and of course the horses. Beautifully cared for, contented horses. The trainer is having a good run at the Meadows, winning respect as well as races. This doesn't surprise me, she and her team take such good care of the horses, know them all so well, treat them so well, I understand why the horses run their hearts out for them. 

Lucy had been promised a goat if she won her race, which explained the goat tied outside the stall. The horse on the other side seemed to think he'd been brought for her; both spent much time watching the very fat goat laying on his bed of straw and hay.

It was so interesting seeing the pre-race activities, walking across the tracks to the stands, watching the horses paddocked (where they are saddled and kept before post time), and then walked out to the gate. I love getting peaks into other worlds, seeing the behind-the-scenes activities.

To make this day perfect, Diva won her race. This was particularly great since my friend bred this horse, her dam, and her dam's dam. It's much more exciting watching a race with the owner, trainer, and training team. They were all so very delighted she'd won. As was I.

Racing photos by Reed Palmer Photography

The Beauty After the Storm

From long experience living in the Northwest, when the rains begin in October or November, I always worry that they will forget to stop. A brilliant sunrise is such a delight - clouds are thin enough in the sky to allow the sun to break through. 

Rivers in the Sky

I've been reading about atmospheric rivers. These are enormous channels of moisture-laden air picked up in the mid-latitudes, concentrated into the channels by cold fronts, and transported by strong winds towards the poles. Occasionally a river is formed from water picked up in the tropics. The tropics, as we know, has lots of water. These tropical atmospheric rivers get pushed ahead of tropical storms, which are also heading out at high speeds. One such tropical river begins around Hawai'i and flows in a northwesterly direction towards North America, where it bumps into mountains. The mountains divert the flow upwards. Up air is cooler than down air, so as this river in the air flows up the mountains the moisture condenses and flows back down as rain.

Which explains why the sky has become a river, flowing down from the heavens in a steady stream and flooding the earth.

Happy Cats

Cats are much more difficult to switch to raw food than dogs. They are fussy eaters, and will pick and choose which of the foods offered they will eat. Until Rad Cat.  This Portland company makes nutritionally complete raw foods for cats, packed in tubs. I have 5 cats purring praises, eating every scrap of what I give them. I feel much better feeding my obligate carnivores meat instead of grain, and Rad Cat seems to be getting 4 paws up. It's also easy to store and easy to feed. 

The only problem with raw feeding is that now I need another freezer and another fridge.

Autumn Brilliance

The Pacific Northwest is not know for fall colors. Most of the native deciduous trees turn yellow, only a few going red. And, of course, most trees are evergreen conifers.

I am partial to the effect created by the dark, stately evergreen backdrop, setting off the bright yellow and occasional red. This year was exceptional. It got cold early, and we didn't have driving rain and winds knocking off the leaves.

Another unusual aspect this year was a number of clear, sunny days, providing a blue background instead of the more common grey.

The broadleaf trees embraced the sun, returned the glow, providing brilliant points of sunlight from the woods. Gold fire amidst the green caught first the eyes, and then the breath. 

Another Glorious Sunrise

We've been blessed with a warm, dry Indian summer. Late October, and the skies are blue (or red and pink) and people walk the streets in t-shirts. It's a joy to behold. And nice days make for wonderful sunrises.

I love the way the angle of the sun and intensity of the colors highlight different clouds, changing the look of the patterns.  

Berna Meets Scooba!

Berna isn't as thrilled as I am with my new helper - iRobot's Scooba, the floor washing robot. This thing's great. My dogs walk in and out of the kitchen with muddy feet, and my floor stays muddy all winter. Now I fill Scooba up and set him to work while I go do other tasks. Presto! A clean floor! Helps with keeping the floor picked up, too.

Now I need to get Dirt Dog, iRobot's equivalent to a shop vac. Normal people use Roomba, the vacuum bot, but I have too much dirt and hair for that. 

Morning Pastels

The sky colors were actually less intense in real life, and unfortunately the exquisite pale pinks and golds of the very early sunrise were in a sky too dark for my camera to capture. I love the patterns of the clouds, and how different they look a few minutes later when the sun peeks above the mountains. This time of year every clear day is a treasure. The morning air is crisp and cold, the grass white with frost. The sky is a perfect reflection of the feel of the morning.