Sonny was a Pekinese with a Lion’s heart inside a tiny ball of fur.
And my friend.
Sonny was our family dog when I was a child. He sat with me in the dark, nibbled on my fingers and licked away my tears. He chased away rats and ghosts. He loved unconditionally. He couldn’t’ abide stupidity. And would bite whomever I told him to.
A walking path is never even. That was the thought in my head this afternoon when I headed out through the garage. The winds were coming at me from the northwest, cold and strong. First thing I wanted to do was collect one large bag of trash from the pole barn, there seems to be a never ending supply of junk in that barn.
As I opened up the barn I kept talking out loud to myself, I was hoping that the skunk who lives around the barn would scurry away when it heard me coming.
I consider it a good outing when nothing furry tries to chase me down:-)
After I had one bag stuffed and tied off I looked off towards the back path, or what use to be the back path. My tractor had stopped working this summer, as well as the gas mower. So parts of my lawn /field grass were ankle to waist high, making my walk an arduous excursion. I still had the narrow path that Uriah had carved. I decided to take a walk, before deep snow erased that path.
I stopped my non-stop, keep-away-animal chatter as I hit the lowest part of the path. I followed a line though the grass then turned to the left and walked on the incline, sidestepping a section riddle with burrows.
I made a mental note to bring with a small saw or heavy clippers next time, and cut the invading Bog Willows away from the old path.
I continued on towards the east invisible fence line. I turned towards the north and a wave of sadness hit. I kept walking.
I was in an area where, years before, I had been charged by a forty pound raccoon. At that time I had three dogs with me, they all saved my life.
I stopped and listened. Winds blasted over the oldest Bog Willows and rustled the tops of the four to five foot dried grass , then blew past me.
“ I think I need to walk a different path …” I said that out loud.
Instantaneously, a buck stood up, not more than forty feet from where I was standing.
I can’t speak for the buck,..for me, that moment moved in slow motion.
I stopped breathing and froze! I was hoping that he wouldn’t notice me standing in front of him wearing a bright orange jacket, I closed my eyes ..I really wished that would make me disappear!
A male deer’s mating, or rutting season is around November. Bucks are attitude with pointy antlers. And I found myself standing too close to one. If he charged at me he could use those antlers or stomp on me, yes they do that! Ouch!
When the buck rose up from where he had been resting, he slowly turned in my direction. I could see the wind slightly ruffling his fur as it blew towards me, lucky for me I was down wind. He snorted as he stood up and again as he faced me. He stomped the ground, and raised his head up and smelled the air.
At this point I was trying to become a turtle and shrink into my coat.
I didn’t breath! I didn’t move, that is supposed to work right? Or it that only for bears?
After a minute he turned and took a couple of steps away, snorting indignantly. Then with three effortless jumps, he disapeared in the trees. I got an impression he had springs for legs.
It took me a couple of minutes to relax and head back to the house.
Note to self… Tomorrows walk will be taken in the open, empty farm field next door.
Male deer are called bucks, bulls, stags or harts. Female deer are called does, cows or hinds. Young deer are called fawns or calfs.~ http://www.veganpeace.com/animal_facts/Deer.htm
The past few days have been just gorgeous. The air is cooler. The sky has been a range of clear blue, to heavy thick grey clouds and rain. The trees haven’t changed color, even though the past couple of weeks the leaves have started to fall and dried leaves crunch beneath my shoes.
The yellow jackets are cranky with the cooler air, and the over abundance of fermented fruit. Drunken bees are interesting indeed.
The grass and the wildflowers are now orange, red and browns mixed with dirty yellows. Even the air smells like fall, dried grass and hay, mud, mold and Halloween.
I feel a little sad; this summer was so hot, I couldn’t enjoy it. Each day was a steam bath of heat, making it nearly impossible to breathe, and walk at the same time. Even when I made an attempt, the mosquitoes forced me back indoors.
Now, I have to make my fall list of chores, I still haven’t finished my spring’s time list. Summer, forget it. That list was eaten by Uriah and I didn’t even care.
This past Friday the garbage was still sitting out by the curb, not having been collected on Thursday, the normal garbage pick up day; by Friday it was ripped open and spread around the mouth of the driveway by a skunk. I wanted to make sure it didn’t spread out into the road, so I rushed out and picked up the paper towels, and chicken bones scattered along the ground.
As I shoved the very smelly garbage into a new plastic bag, I wondered, why the skunk hadn’t finished off all the bones. At that exact moment, when that question rattled around in my head, I saw a black nose, with black fur and a white stripe slip out of the drainage tile that stretched under the road connecting the east side to the west.
We shared a look and I stood up fast, “Oh no you don’t! I said out loud as I backed carefully away. “You are not going to spray me!”
I thought I was safe, the skunk was in the drainage ditch and I was near the road. He would have to spray upward to get me. I decided to ignore it. I watched out for the cars whizzing by me, mere inches from my head.
Hurrying with the cleanup, I failed to notice one important thing.
That little skunk had sprayed the other garbage bags.
I tossed the bag I was holding onto the pile, and then decided to straighten them all.
Right now, as I type this, I wonder why I had the compulsion to straighten the garbage bags….
The smell hit me hard, rotten chicken and the odd, burning green smell of skunk!
That skunk didn’t need to spray me, I did it myself. Then with all the brain power I had left, I covered my nose with my sleeve. The sleeve, which had skunk juice on it!
I headed back home, fast! Uriah happily following behind, his nose pointed up as he kept sniffing the air around me. I gagged and blinked multiple times. Having to stop when I thought my stomach would end up in the driveway if I moved to fast.
Next week, Michael is checking on the garbage!
Sorry, I haven’t been here a lot. I missed reading your Blogs. I will get back in the game. Sitting is a real pain.
Uriah is doing great. New dog food he lost a little weight. He needed to.
The examiner isn’t paying out like I hoped. They made some changes and the numbers aren’t posting correctly. Still I keep trying. I wrote my first article June 27th, I am on number 44 today, and I only made $17.97, that’s with 2,476 hits. Hmmm!?
I am trying my hand at cartooning myself. I jumped around on the internet checkout sites to make your self into a cartoon. Then I pieced together a character, redrew it, and colored it in paint. It is a work in progress. I posted it with this article on the examiner. ( I tried to add a link and wordpress just wouldn’t let me, here is the full link)
My camera started acting up. 90 % of the pictures came out blurred and the camera started making odd noises. Luckily I had a store warranty I took it back to Best Buy and they gave me a different camera. Maybe I should get an under water camera. It’s a thought.
**Don’t read this part if your squeamish about women’s issues.* I’ve been doing the doctor run for Michael. Then I had my normal routine -yearly exams. My doctor thought it would be a great idea to do a biopsy of my uterus. A fast decision he made. He said, instead of me coming back in a few months; let’s do this now…. I was in no position to argue. Michael said, I looked like I saw a ghost when I came out of the doctor’s office. perimenopause is so much fun! Results sometime next week.
The sky was a bright baby blue, with dollops of white and grey whipped crème floating over head.
The humidity had abated for the past two days, slightly. The temperatures were in the eighties, with a cooling breeze that edged its ways over cow pastures and corn fields, filling the air with the pungent scent of wet hay, cows and manure.
Uriah was covered in a layer of powdery dirt. He had spent most of this hot, hot summer hiding under the deck, where he had dug himself a hole to keep cool, Uriah’s favorite place to sleep away the summer. He hated coming into the garage. I assumed he didn’t want to miss the chance to chase a bird, or run in circles after a rabbit, rat, or skunk.
I pulled out the hose, set a bottle of watered down shampoo on the grill and picked up Uriah’s’ leash and harness. Then, I looked around for the dusty dog. He had slipped past me and was heading at a trot towards the apple trees. Head down he never looked up as I tried to call him back. Trying to drag him back would be a waste of time. He always won.
I gave up! I turned off the hose and sat down on the steps, and decided to enjoy the day.
The warm breeze rustled the trees sending a spray of dried leaves floating to the ground.
It is still August and Mother Nature is yelling fall.
I already picked one soccer ball size pumpkin and set it inside on the kitchen table, there was another one slowly ripening, it was slightly bigger. A third had grown entangled in the tomato patch that one has been gnawed on for the past month by the rat family. I tried covering it when I first spotted the dark green fruit; I was excited it was actually growing. Then I was surprised by how much of the unripe pumpkin was eaten and it still grew. Now it is a bright orange buffet table, along with half a dozen zucchinis, whose insides were eaten first. They sat elongated and hollow. Mini rodent condos!
Mice and rats must be drawing straws to see who would be the one to forage for food. I wonder if they realize they are on a suicide mission.
The more they poke around the more they are noticed. The last rat, would yell at me when I came outside. She chattered a safe distance away, like a nagging wife/husband.. I haven’t seen her in a week or more.
With that thought, I saw a flash of dark gray fur scurry from the trees to the garden.
I stood up to check it out, when this little creature hurried over to watch me!
It poked its head up between the leaves and blinked. It had big cartoon eyes, a tiny body and the biggest roundest ears I ever saw on a rodent.
Uriah ambled over to find out who I was talking to, and then decided to save me and raced into the zucchini plants. The rat ran in the opposite direction and Uriah was left searching for something that was no longer there.
I stood and watched. I took notice that the grass needs to be cut. The door frames should be painted. The deck should have a coat of stain. And there is a nest of hornets or paper wasps that really shouldn’t be hanging near the door.
All this and more should be added to my, ‘To Do’ list.
Things that I have to do before winter! Stuff I can only do in the summertime.
Hmmm! Like eating ice cream! Once that thought flashed into my head, I put away the shampoo and dug in the freezer for the last ice cream bar. I un-wrapped it, then sat outside, on the steps, mentally adding to my list, ‘Get more ice cream!’
Last night I was woken up by an odd sound, ‘Pud-pud-pud-pud’! Sanosuke was standing on his hind legs and digging at the door mirror. I watched him sit back on his haunches and stare into the mirror, past his own refection.
He wanted into the mirrored image. A part of the bedroom he thought he needed to explore. ‘Sanosuke in wonderland’…
I rolled over and fell back to sleep, but within the hour the same noise woke me! Pud-Pud-Pud-Pud! He looked like he was practicing on a boxing speed bag. That was how fast his little paws were moving.
I sat up and got his attention away from the mirror. “Sano! That’s a mirror! You can’t get inside a mirror!” he reverted back to the mirror with a shake of his ears and a downward turn to his whiskers, frowning, first at me, then at the mirror.
This went on two more times during the night.
I even got up and stared into the mirror to see if, maybe, a bug was crawling just out of Sano’s reach. It wasn’t.
Sanosuke wanted to find a way into that other room.
He does the same fast run on the sliding glass doors in the kitchen. Now, that, I understand! He wants to either catch a bug, or have me open the doors; allowing him to sit by the screen and stare outside at the birds…
This summer he will only head out for a walk if he really has to, or when the sun is going down. Then, the puppy in him will come out. His head will go down and his nose will nearly rub along the ground. He will catch a scent and be off- in a slow flash. But once his face is buried in a hole, I have to literally drag him away. I learned never to do that, some of those little burrows are occupied, and getting sprayed takes away my taste buds.
This past week, Michael had an appointment for his asthma, back, and head, lots of running around.
I ended the week with vision problems. On Thursday morning. I crawled out of bed and my vision was blurred, my eyes swollen and my face hurt, time to take me to the doctor.
The verdict: allergies…
I loved when the doctor said, “Well, as you get older” (notice she didn’t involve herself in this aging process) “you will develop allergies you never had when you were younger.” (She really was beating those words up!)
I was so upset about getting old… I forgot to mention, the eyeliner pencil I tried out earlier in the week.
Michael gave me the told you so… and a “Ha! He’s not old!” speech, as we drove home.
I needed eye drops, which my insurance wouldn’t cover. I could buy them outright for, $179.00 or wait another day until the doctor was contacted and changed the prescription.
Thinking about it for a minute, and realizing my pocket change was in a jar in the back of my closet. I decided to wait.
While I waited for my eye drops, I relaxed in front of the television. I sliced up a cucumber and propped my feet up. Did I ever mention that the newest kitty, Kaoru, loves cucumbers? Well, she does, she jumped up next to me and we shared. She can really chow!
At one point I fell asleep with a cucumber on each eye, and she tried to steal them.
I would highly recommend putting cucumbers on your eyes; they helped cool the allergies and brought down the swelling.
I finally got the eye drops, and I may not have to use them at all, because of those cucumbers.
I love this picture. I kept referring to them as ‘cows’ Michael set me straight, bulls, not cows. I wonder what they were thinking?
I have a streak of competitiveness that runs through me. So when I signed up for the Examiner and found out that they won’t pay me until I hit twenty-five dollars and only then on the twentieth of each month through PayPal. Well…
I had to get money in that first full month!
They have rules.
You have to write about your subject. Mine is plants in Hampshire.
You have to have a picture- sizes are different in article than in slide show
You have to connect your articles to each other
You have to mention local businesses
You have to write between 200 to 500 words
You should use quotes
I growled at my monitor, “Alright examiner I am up to the challenge!” I have to fix some of the earlier articles to follow the rules, while I am writing new ones.
What I found is that writing about a specific ‘subject’ is a lot harder than it sounds.
the garden faeries laughed and planted seeds of fun they whispered, it was they, who mixed up the garden, and planted the green beans far from their trellis eggplant was placed next to the pumpkins tomatoes rolled into the neighbor’s yard they sang and danced inside the ring of mushrooms table set, feasting on strawberries and corn potatoes and cucumbers glasses rose a toast to the gardener drink of dandelion wine the fey cheered and sang songs of times past, and those to come some sat under mushroom umbrellas wide and white, others sat atop, and scrutinized with words of nettles peals of laughter danced across the lawn this, the dark end of the new moon
Hello, everyone! This has been a very long, tiring month. With Michael unable to drive, I have been doing all the driving. Normally that wouldn’t be an issue, but I have a back injury that makes it hard for me to sit, stand, and walk for even short periods of time. Before, we were taking turns driving, now it’s all me. With multiple doctor appointments for all of us, including our teenager who will start ninth grade August 16th, I am having trouble even checking my emails.
We were standing next to the garden. I was complaining about all the tomatoes that have been eaten in the past week. Thirteen! Thirteen big beautiful tomatoes!
I can’t say for sure it was a rat that ate the tomatoes, it could have been the skunk, a family lives near the barn. Or the opossum, one tried to take up residence in the dog house. Maybe raccoons! There are plenty of those around. Even coyotes love tomatoes. Do foxes eat tomatoes?
Anyway, Uriah turned away from me and started nosing around a square drainage tube that was lying at the top end of the garden. Ground squirrels like to hide there. I raised the tube to slide out the animal, and it held on inside tight. I rolled it over, and over until it was pointed at the Bog Willows and the rodent slid out. A very fat, cute reddish rat ran a zigzagged pattern towards the trees.
Uriah looked up at me, surprised.
“Hey, you go catch that rat!” Ooops! I used the wrong word. Rat sounds like cat, Uriah isn’t supposed to chase a cat, and so he sat and watched it run. I pointed at the rat and yelled. “Mouse! Get that mouse!”
Uriah hesitated, then started chasing it through the grass.
Yes, it squeaked, so do Ground Squirrels and Chipmunks. I almost called Uriah off. Almost..
The chase lasted only a minute or two, with Uriah tossing it into the air, then turning in circles and a giant leap, then silence. Uriah waited. I praised him and gave him a pork rawhide bone. He happily trotted off, while I moved the body to the burn pile, fully intending to burn the tree branches and that rat, tomorrow.
We were due at the doctors in an hour and I won’t light a fire if I’m not around. So that was the plan, tomorrow light the fire…
It rained all night. The trees are flooded. The water line is inching towards the house and overflowing the burn pile. I need another plan…