Landed in Oregon XVIII

October 30, 2007

Can’t get over it. There is a place between the yard and the lower pasture, an opening in the fence where I drive the mower through, about six feet, where Manny hunts mice. I have actually seen a mouse on two occasions, hustle across this opening. It is the same place Marty, Mr. Toot, sat and hunted nearly ten years ago. And there are two other spots, at the edge of the grass, where both Toot hunted and Mr. Manners now hunts. The two never met each other. There were a couple of years between the two. These have to be mice runways and habitat that have been consistent for over ten years. Yes both cats did and have caught mice in these spots but the mice are still there -- as over the past ten years the cats have been there.

Is it possible that there might be spots on earth where mice have lived in successive generations longer than humans? How about Machu Pichu? Mice before the Incas? Mice now?

November 1, 2007

This week we had thunder boomers one night. A little rain. Two mornings at 50 degrees.

This week Jack visited. He is a Russell Terrier. About seven years old. A little gray. Absoulutely sedate at far as RT’s go, bouncing only about 90% of the time. He met Brat. Brat met him. They touched noses. Brat said, What kind of goat are you? and he lowered his head and butted the metal gate between them. Whereupon Jack snarled, You barbarian! Come over here and I will kill you kill you several times. It was a stand-off for Brat and a bounce-up for Jack.

Annie was spying Jack from afar. When he saw her he shivered all over. I think she was impressed with the way he could jump. Later they touched noses. Over night she dug so much in her burrow it was almost impossible to get in her cage. Do you suppose she was making room for him down there?

We had a small dinner with friends Halloween night. And laughed and laughed until we shrieked and snorted. Towels for tears. A sure test of the flexibility of ribs. Sharon laughed until she put her back out. Go figure.

Mostly sunny today. A beautiful day. Leaves now cover the creek banks down to the flowing water, a cacophony of fall colors! Slippery with leaves.

I spent some time this afternoon cutting blackberry vines away from the large Sequoia. Tree said, Thank you.

Saw a large nuthatch, coming in for the sunflower seed.

November 2, 2007

Saw Spike. His coat is getting darker. Like light-adjusting glasses, winter gets closer and his coat gets darker, catching the solar heat of the sun. How very clever. I suppose it is patented.

We have three outside faucets: two attached to the house and one standing alone. Disconnected their hoses for winter. Used a tomato cage around the single alone faucet and then buried it in straw. Does one need to use the cage? Yes, because the turkeys will come and scratch to see what is under the straw and will uncover the faucet. Now they are simply frustrated -- which is a good thing for turkeys.

Used straw to berm the pump house for winter. Then used on top some leaves and needles -- mulch.

November 3, 2007

Foggy misty morning. The mugho pine outside the study window is about seven feet tall. It has a couple of dozen small spider condos. They were all painted by the mist this morning.

To the dump outside Merlin, Oregon. The transfer station was not too busy. During World War II with gasoline rationing we used the pickup each weekend for hauling garbage. I remember one or more flat tires while doing this. The tires were thin, the road was rocky, and debris sometimes spilled onto the road. The other times we used the pickup was when my dad went hunting or fishing. This time of year, it was important to get the “cellar” filled in preparation for winter. For storing meat we used the freezer down at Charley's Meat Market. In September or so my dad would visit the fruit growing areas of Idaho and bring back apples and peaches and onions and potatoes, lots of bushel baskets. My folks would have canning sessions. It was always a race to Spring and whether the onions or potatoes or apples would turn to mush before we could eat them. I learned to drive on the garbage hauling trips. When I was 13-14 he started allowing me to haul the garbage by myself.

November 4, 2007

Got up. Dark. No sun. Really socked in this morning.

When I went into the Sun Room to let the boys out, they were back to back about a foot apart. Neither left their spot and neither turned around when I walked past. Nor did they leave their respective spots until some time later. A cat spat.

The boys play, as brothers. And sometimes the play gets a little too harsh and then the fur flies. Sometimes Cappy ends up running and sometimes Manny. It might take them a couple of days to recover from a tiff.