Good morning!
December 13, 2007
Snot nose. It is really hard to look around earnestly when one has a head cold. So far, going better than expected. Starting to get into the cabin fever stage -- impatiently awaiting clear nostrils.
Every morning I cut a little grass for Annie. This morning I found some fine dandelions. Then I noticed the greenery of a few carrots. I pulled a few. I kept one for Sharon and myself. Mighty sweet.
Reflecting on winter. Think like mid November to mid February. In the writings of the English nobility, this is the Grease Season. Definitely a meat season. Venison and beef and sheep and nice fat geese. All coupled with parties. Not much mention of running around outside. The hunting season was earlier.
But over in Russia the peasants spoke of going to bed and staying there. A way to keep warm, reduce the need for fuel and for food. Three months in bed.
A recent book mentions the poor in France who lived in caves. Much the same as the Russians above. Reports mention up to a dozen persons in one bed.
What do you do when it gets cold, snowy, and the prospects of food-on-foot sparse? Time to go to the hoard. Probably not much variety. Did story telling begin in a bed? At this time the English nobility (think Queen Elizabeth the First) bathed maybe once a month. The Russians and French less. I wonder how far away one could smell human habitations. These English were the same that said the Irish were savages.
I do notice days getting shorter. I do not welcome the arrival of winter. I have never understood people who like to ski. I tried ice skating but my feet got cold. The bonfire was nice. Maybe it is because my family burned wood and I was the wood cutter?
Nowadays one can watch TV. Not much variety. Two months to go!
December 16, 2007
Temperature starts at 31. When we went to bed it was 29.
This is my first day without some kind of medication. My nostrils are clear!
Saw a coyote in the upper pasture this morning. Walked up the road to get a closer look. It was gone.
It cleared early afternoon. The boys wanted to go outside. They go to the door, look out and then look at me. They don’t meow. They are waiting for me to catch their idea. Cappy spent about half an hour up a madrone. Manny raced down to the gazebo. Then both crossed the creek. Manny up a tree. Cappy across the creek on a fallen tree. Cappy under the coast redwood. Manny under the redwood. Cappy races out and collides forcefully with my leg. Up a tree. Further up the tree. Out on a limb. I cannot look and come in. Half an hour later Cappy comes in. Manny hunts mice on Strawberry Hill. He comes in half an hour later.
The rain started late afternoon. Snow warning for above 2500 feet starting at midnight. This is our first winter storm. Generally by Thanksgiving the Ashland Ski Resort has skiable snow. Not so this year. They are asking for donations.
Forecast is for wet snow on the 24th and 25th. I am gathering dry wood for the Yuletide bonfire.
Have a good week.
Poppy
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Landed in Oregon XXIII
Good Morning!
December 3, 2007
How do you spell relief? Annie eagerly took her bread this morning.
Temp. 47 degrees. Rain. Heavy at times. At Cape Blanco, on the coast and a couple of hundred miles from here, the wind hit 113 today. Here, we had some mild wind. Not enough rain to flush the creek of its leaves.
Turkeys in the rain.
I noticed a couple of leaves on the magnolia tree. Also, on the apple there are some lower, newer branches, that still have solid green leaves.
On the supposition that Annie loss of appetite had to do with the gourmet rabbit food I bought her last week, today I bought some fresh good old fashioned alfalfa rabbit pellets.
Report on the Tacoma. First change of tires: 76,000 miles. First change of battery: 7 years. Replaced one back brake light: 8 years. Replaced one broken headlight: 9 years. The camper shell Sharon bought when the Tacoma was new has been flaking off its color for two years. It rear lifting window’s hardware for holding it open and closed stopped working this year. Replaced them today. Sometime, when I still smoked and Murphy rode with me, I stepped on the brakes and Murphy slid off the seat and broke the ashtray. This would have been like when the pickup was 3-4 years old. That was when the ashtray was replaced.
December 9, 2007
If you have a question, the answer is that I have one fulltime head cold. No room right now in the head for anything else. (Except for you.)
Have a good week.
Poppy
December 3, 2007
How do you spell relief? Annie eagerly took her bread this morning.
Temp. 47 degrees. Rain. Heavy at times. At Cape Blanco, on the coast and a couple of hundred miles from here, the wind hit 113 today. Here, we had some mild wind. Not enough rain to flush the creek of its leaves.
Turkeys in the rain.
I noticed a couple of leaves on the magnolia tree. Also, on the apple there are some lower, newer branches, that still have solid green leaves.
On the supposition that Annie loss of appetite had to do with the gourmet rabbit food I bought her last week, today I bought some fresh good old fashioned alfalfa rabbit pellets.
Report on the Tacoma. First change of tires: 76,000 miles. First change of battery: 7 years. Replaced one back brake light: 8 years. Replaced one broken headlight: 9 years. The camper shell Sharon bought when the Tacoma was new has been flaking off its color for two years. It rear lifting window’s hardware for holding it open and closed stopped working this year. Replaced them today. Sometime, when I still smoked and Murphy rode with me, I stepped on the brakes and Murphy slid off the seat and broke the ashtray. This would have been like when the pickup was 3-4 years old. That was when the ashtray was replaced.
December 9, 2007
If you have a question, the answer is that I have one fulltime head cold. No room right now in the head for anything else. (Except for you.)
Have a good week.
Poppy
Monday, December 3, 2007
Landed in OregonXXII
Good Morning!
November 26, 2007
Little warmer this morning: 32. No riotous robins. Gave Annie some bread and Brat some grain. Later in the morning I cut madrone for Brat. Annie I gave different seeds and nuts. I think she is becoming partial to blanched raw peanuts.
Cleaned Cap’s and Manners’ litter boxes. Read about operating a chipper. Fixed the pulley on the weight bench. Leveled the washer. More active outside. It was not all that warmer. Maybe I am becoming accustomed to colder mornings?
First thing, Sharon to Eagle Point. Met a locksmith who worked on the door of Daughter Number One. Met an appraiser. Asked me to do research on rottweilers. Amelia’s dad bought a puppy.
This evening it started to rain.
November 28, 2007
Across the valley today to Ashland. Huge banks of fog at the base of the western hills. Ashland was crowded. Market of Choice was delightful. Basque cheese.
A lost story: A squirrel destroyed the finch feeder some months ago. The finch have moved on. I miss them.
Another: The coast redwood behind the gazebo continues to race skyward. When initially planted, before the gazebo, there were two. It was an exposed area -- hot and dry. One died. This one turned bushy, creating its own shade. Once its roots reached water, it was off and running. It is starting to overgrow the gazebo, but has not yet started to push the gazebo over. Off course, once the gazebo was built, for a few years the gazebo’s shadow sheltered the redwood.
Another: Remember last summer and we cut Cappy’s fur and now mornings are cold? It grew back nicely. And, like last year, when it starts getting colder Cappy starts eating. I think he is about 5 pounds heavier.
November 29, 2007
There are two groups of snowy egrets. One group, about a dozen birds, is partial to the fields near Heather’s Corner. The other group, about two dozen birds, works the field across from Fort Vanoy school.
December 1, 2007
Today was Abber-Jabber’s birthday party. She will be three on the 11th. Don’t ask. This is the third party. All of the kids are getting older. The party went smoothly. I think the parents are also getting more experienced at these things. It will soon be time for games and prizes. Her father gave her a battery powered jeep. Equivalent to giving me a D8 Caterpillar tractor.
December 2, 2007
Rainy Sunday morning. Warm rain. Annie is off her feed. Found a dead mouse in her water bowl. Maybe that is it? Fresh water. Tried green grass and hay. The hay seemed to interest her. Stay tuned.
Have a good week,
Poppy
November 26, 2007
Little warmer this morning: 32. No riotous robins. Gave Annie some bread and Brat some grain. Later in the morning I cut madrone for Brat. Annie I gave different seeds and nuts. I think she is becoming partial to blanched raw peanuts.
Cleaned Cap’s and Manners’ litter boxes. Read about operating a chipper. Fixed the pulley on the weight bench. Leveled the washer. More active outside. It was not all that warmer. Maybe I am becoming accustomed to colder mornings?
First thing, Sharon to Eagle Point. Met a locksmith who worked on the door of Daughter Number One. Met an appraiser. Asked me to do research on rottweilers. Amelia’s dad bought a puppy.
This evening it started to rain.
November 28, 2007
Across the valley today to Ashland. Huge banks of fog at the base of the western hills. Ashland was crowded. Market of Choice was delightful. Basque cheese.
A lost story: A squirrel destroyed the finch feeder some months ago. The finch have moved on. I miss them.
Another: The coast redwood behind the gazebo continues to race skyward. When initially planted, before the gazebo, there were two. It was an exposed area -- hot and dry. One died. This one turned bushy, creating its own shade. Once its roots reached water, it was off and running. It is starting to overgrow the gazebo, but has not yet started to push the gazebo over. Off course, once the gazebo was built, for a few years the gazebo’s shadow sheltered the redwood.
Another: Remember last summer and we cut Cappy’s fur and now mornings are cold? It grew back nicely. And, like last year, when it starts getting colder Cappy starts eating. I think he is about 5 pounds heavier.
November 29, 2007
There are two groups of snowy egrets. One group, about a dozen birds, is partial to the fields near Heather’s Corner. The other group, about two dozen birds, works the field across from Fort Vanoy school.
December 1, 2007
Today was Abber-Jabber’s birthday party. She will be three on the 11th. Don’t ask. This is the third party. All of the kids are getting older. The party went smoothly. I think the parents are also getting more experienced at these things. It will soon be time for games and prizes. Her father gave her a battery powered jeep. Equivalent to giving me a D8 Caterpillar tractor.
December 2, 2007
Rainy Sunday morning. Warm rain. Annie is off her feed. Found a dead mouse in her water bowl. Maybe that is it? Fresh water. Tried green grass and hay. The hay seemed to interest her. Stay tuned.
Have a good week,
Poppy
Monday, November 19, 2007
Landed in Oregon XX
Good Morning!
November 14, 2007
The robins came by today. They are checking out the ripening madrone berries and what worms are near to the surface. Not a deafening group as sometimes in the past. I think they are coming down from the forests. It is like a trapper rendezvous. Not a chaos of robins, merely a frolic of robins.
Been gradually expanding the road space, clearing encroaching brush.
Annie now looks forward to her sunflower seed. Each morning I feed her some and place the balance in her feeding bowl. It is always gone by next morning. Sunflower is good because of the high content of oil. I think she is putting on some weight. Too soon to call her Pudge. I wonder if she might be interested in other nuts -- raw of course?
November 15, 2007
The snowy egrets are here but in a new area. Mostly, this year, they have been handing out down by Fort Vanoy School.
November 16, 2007
Have tried shaved Brazil nuts (took me while to remember the name) along with sunflower seed. Annie thinks they are okay along with her whole wheat bread. Again, I leave a little in her hutch and it is gone by the time I arrive next day.
The rendezvousing robins are in the neighborhood but fewer I think from past years.
Very windy all day and warm -- got up to seventy-one.
November 18, 2007
Cleaning out and painting the laundry room. Half done. Hope to finish Monday. Water heater removal Monday. Linoleum layers Tuesday. Water heater return Wednesday. New washer and dryer Friday.
Have a good week.
November 14, 2007
The robins came by today. They are checking out the ripening madrone berries and what worms are near to the surface. Not a deafening group as sometimes in the past. I think they are coming down from the forests. It is like a trapper rendezvous. Not a chaos of robins, merely a frolic of robins.
Been gradually expanding the road space, clearing encroaching brush.
Annie now looks forward to her sunflower seed. Each morning I feed her some and place the balance in her feeding bowl. It is always gone by next morning. Sunflower is good because of the high content of oil. I think she is putting on some weight. Too soon to call her Pudge. I wonder if she might be interested in other nuts -- raw of course?
November 15, 2007
The snowy egrets are here but in a new area. Mostly, this year, they have been handing out down by Fort Vanoy School.
November 16, 2007
Have tried shaved Brazil nuts (took me while to remember the name) along with sunflower seed. Annie thinks they are okay along with her whole wheat bread. Again, I leave a little in her hutch and it is gone by the time I arrive next day.
The rendezvousing robins are in the neighborhood but fewer I think from past years.
Very windy all day and warm -- got up to seventy-one.
November 18, 2007
Cleaning out and painting the laundry room. Half done. Hope to finish Monday. Water heater removal Monday. Linoleum layers Tuesday. Water heater return Wednesday. New washer and dryer Friday.
Have a good week.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Landed in OregonXIX
Good Morning!
November 5, 2007
Woke up this morning smelling skunk. Strong. No windows open. How? Later in the morning checked outside. By the apple tree and around the Sun Room, the scent -- as it were, stink -- was strong.
Discovered Annie likes sunflower seeds. Eats them out of the palm of one’s hand. Her whiskers tickle.
November 6, 2007
Thirty-eight degrees and foggy. Over in Klamath Falls this past weekend they had fog and three dozen vehicles piled up. Klamath Falls is on average nearly ten degrees cooler than here. It is three thousand feet higher.
November 8, 2007
Cappy is a jealous cat
Looks cross eyed
when his brother
Sits in Sharon’s lap
November 10, 2007
It is a Halloween time of year. The leaves, some losing all color, are falling. Light winds blow them into corners. Turkeys come and scratching must see what lies under them. Mushrooms sprout, tipsy, tippy little umbrellas for tiny folk. The wire sculpture in the middle of the garden, its shiny metal tape was once covered by climbing beans, now is held down by dead, black tendrils -- oddly misshapen and a bit spooky at night. Green tomatoes lie on the ground. Things look dead and dying. One starts to feel the rain coming hours and sometimes a day before it arrives. Sole gun metal clouds have become one overriding cloud that at night comes to rest upon the ground. We wake in the morning in the middle of a cloud. Lazy cloud. Maybe back up in the sky by noon. Like California poppies: they sleep in. But the California poppies are not dying at all. They are thriving. Yellows and golds. Like they haven’t heard: Summer ended awhile ago. Poppies’ reply, Who cares!.
November 11, 2007
I fell another long spindly oak, leaning out over the road. Gradually clearing the road for -- the future fire truck or UPS drivers or Bonnie & Jim or our new neighbors to the north.
Have a good week!
November 5, 2007
Woke up this morning smelling skunk. Strong. No windows open. How? Later in the morning checked outside. By the apple tree and around the Sun Room, the scent -- as it were, stink -- was strong.
Discovered Annie likes sunflower seeds. Eats them out of the palm of one’s hand. Her whiskers tickle.
November 6, 2007
Thirty-eight degrees and foggy. Over in Klamath Falls this past weekend they had fog and three dozen vehicles piled up. Klamath Falls is on average nearly ten degrees cooler than here. It is three thousand feet higher.
November 8, 2007
Cappy is a jealous cat
Looks cross eyed
when his brother
Sits in Sharon’s lap
November 10, 2007
It is a Halloween time of year. The leaves, some losing all color, are falling. Light winds blow them into corners. Turkeys come and scratching must see what lies under them. Mushrooms sprout, tipsy, tippy little umbrellas for tiny folk. The wire sculpture in the middle of the garden, its shiny metal tape was once covered by climbing beans, now is held down by dead, black tendrils -- oddly misshapen and a bit spooky at night. Green tomatoes lie on the ground. Things look dead and dying. One starts to feel the rain coming hours and sometimes a day before it arrives. Sole gun metal clouds have become one overriding cloud that at night comes to rest upon the ground. We wake in the morning in the middle of a cloud. Lazy cloud. Maybe back up in the sky by noon. Like California poppies: they sleep in. But the California poppies are not dying at all. They are thriving. Yellows and golds. Like they haven’t heard: Summer ended awhile ago. Poppies’ reply, Who cares!.
November 11, 2007
I fell another long spindly oak, leaning out over the road. Gradually clearing the road for -- the future fire truck or UPS drivers or Bonnie & Jim or our new neighbors to the north.
Have a good week!
Sunday, November 4, 2007
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.
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.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Landed in Oregon XVII
October 27, 2007
Another lost week. Today is the second day of frosty mornings. Friday was 30 degrees and today was 28. Fall is ending. Winter is coming.
The cats are not ready. They sleep in the Sun Room. Each morning, I open the doors to the outside. Manny sometimes jumps down and beats me to the yet to be opened door. This morning he was beside his brother. He didn’t budge. His nose was buried in Cappy’s fur. Waiting for the sun.
With frost, more leaves are falling. Some trees are denuded. I checked the pool -- probably should call it the Leaf Pool. It is downstream. About 30-40 feet long. I have planted redwoods on one side and a sequoia on the other. In one place there is a sword fern with fronds about six feet long. Each Fall leaves pile up, clogging, building back over the pond, becoming waterlogged, and settling to the bottom. Beneath the clear water, the pond’s bottom takes on the colors of Fall. This year, the dam is in place, and the back up is building, but very few leaves yet on the bottom.
The English called winter the Grease Season. In the winter I add 10-20 pounds. I start craving pork. When younger I craved venison and the fat of beef. It has yet to start this year, but the bacon is in the freezer ready.
Housework. Doing little winter-get-ready things.
October 28, 2007
Beautiful autumn day. High thirties to low sixties.
This afternoon I watched Brat, the goat, watch Cappy, the cat, sneak up on his brother, Mr. Manners, who knew his brother was sneaking up on him about half an hour before he got there.
Casper caught a mouse this afternoon, but did not know what to do with it. He played with it. Finally, during a period when Cappy zoned out, the mouse escaped. Not bad for a deaf cat!
Another lost week. Today is the second day of frosty mornings. Friday was 30 degrees and today was 28. Fall is ending. Winter is coming.
The cats are not ready. They sleep in the Sun Room. Each morning, I open the doors to the outside. Manny sometimes jumps down and beats me to the yet to be opened door. This morning he was beside his brother. He didn’t budge. His nose was buried in Cappy’s fur. Waiting for the sun.
With frost, more leaves are falling. Some trees are denuded. I checked the pool -- probably should call it the Leaf Pool. It is downstream. About 30-40 feet long. I have planted redwoods on one side and a sequoia on the other. In one place there is a sword fern with fronds about six feet long. Each Fall leaves pile up, clogging, building back over the pond, becoming waterlogged, and settling to the bottom. Beneath the clear water, the pond’s bottom takes on the colors of Fall. This year, the dam is in place, and the back up is building, but very few leaves yet on the bottom.
The English called winter the Grease Season. In the winter I add 10-20 pounds. I start craving pork. When younger I craved venison and the fat of beef. It has yet to start this year, but the bacon is in the freezer ready.
Housework. Doing little winter-get-ready things.
October 28, 2007
Beautiful autumn day. High thirties to low sixties.
This afternoon I watched Brat, the goat, watch Cappy, the cat, sneak up on his brother, Mr. Manners, who knew his brother was sneaking up on him about half an hour before he got there.
Casper caught a mouse this afternoon, but did not know what to do with it. He played with it. Finally, during a period when Cappy zoned out, the mouse escaped. Not bad for a deaf cat!
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