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Muggy Sunday

>> Monday, May 3, 2010

We finally managed to get caught up enough on errands and to-do lists to take a little ramble in the woods on Sunday.  The forecast was predicting severe thunderstorms, but we decided to just pack a plastic bag for the camera and risk getting soaked ourselves.  Our thumbing our noses at the forecast worked, as nary a drop fell on our heads.  But oy!  It would have been welcome.  It was so humid the air was viscous, and within minutes we were mighty sticky.

We opted to drive over to Clark Reservation to see if it was even open.  Clark Reservation is a wonderful spot for a walk in the woods, but is sadly on New York State's list of park closures.  We got lucky, though.  Although there was no Ranger to be seen, and no one collecting money, the gates were open.  Even the rest rooms were open, although not terribly clean. 


Clark Reservation is chock full of interesting glaciology, and makes for a challenging walk because of its craggy rocks.  The hounds are out of practice and out of shape, and several times took faceplants into the crevices before they found their rock climbing legs.

Because Lucy has a stumpy leg and can be a bit clumsy, we tried out a new harness on her that is specifically designed for rock climbing:

It gives us a good handle for hoisting when she needs the boost, and has nice secure, padded straps to make it more comfortable for her.  It's actually designed so you can rock climb with a dog - as in, sling her over your shoulder and climb on up with ropes.  I'm not that brave or that strong, but it was great for our hike Sunday and will be perfect for Adirondack high peaks.

Have I mentioned that I love Ruffwear gear for dogs?  

The rocks were enchanting, what with all their crevices and cracks and all the hearty life that grows out of those cracks.



We spotted a tiny toad contemplating leaping across the great divide:



I'm not entirely sure what causes the cool pattern of cracks in this photo, but it's amazing.


The hounds did wonderfully well and enjoyed being in the woods.  They haven't been outside nearly enough all winter, and whuffled and sniffed their way along with evident joy.

One of the (many) hazards of having ridiculously short legs is that one's nose and tongue are closer to the ground than they ought to be.  For some reason, Simon always collects lots of dirt on his tongue, which just makes me want to scrape my own tongue.  Pleh.  It doesn't seem to bother him in the least, but then, he has no qualms about eating bugs, wood, rotting animals, kitty litter, or poop.  A little dirt is remarkably clean by comparison.

In Sunday's heat and humidity the hounds went through a lot of water.  I guess they had to get the dirt off their tongues somehow.  Have I mentioned that my ridiculous dogs have to share everything?

Spouse and hounds, lookin' happy:

We wandered the upper trails for quite a while, then decided to go down all the stairs and walk around the lake as well.  Unfortunately, in the low light levels my camera and I failed to work well together, and most of my pictures turned out pretty crummy, particularly on the lower trail.  I tried a variable ISO setting on the camera that I will not be using again.  It pays to take the time to work out the proper settings.  The camera is not always smarter than I am, apparently, which is both good and bad.

The water level in the lake was extremely high, as you can see below.  Judging by how stressed some of the trees looked, I would guess it's been high for a while.  There is a lovely wetland at one end of the lake that seems remarkably prehistoric.  I kept expecting giant dragon flies the size of the dogs to come zooming through.  Sadly, my pictures of it stink.

I have lots of pictures of flowers and creatures that I will hopefully have time to post tomorrow. 

It's a fascinating place, and I just hope it wasn't my last walk ever in Clark Reservation.  Honestly, sometimes New York State government makes me crazy.

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HTML Challenged

>> Sunday, May 2, 2010

I've been messing about with my template to permit me to post larger photos.  It looks great on my own computer screen, but please let me know if it's looking weird on yours.  I'm seriously HTML challenged, and it's quite a gamble as to whether any of my changes are ever going to work!

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May Day

We had a lot of errands to run on Saturday, unfortunately, so not enough time to play outside.  It was a simply gorgeous day for May Day, though.

I always resolve to get up and watch the sunrise to celebrate May Day, but seldom actually drag myself out of bed to do so.  Every May Day reminds me of my year at Oxford University, when it seems nearly everyone in the entire city awakens before dawn (or was still up from all-night May Day balls the night before), makes his or her way down to Magdalen Bridge, and listens to madrigals being sung from the top of Magdalen Tower.  Lots of champagne is consumed.  Then there are Morris Dancers on the High Street, and a general atmosphere of celebration.  It's all very Pagan and lovely and a bit surreal (which I'm sure is at least partially attributable to the champagne).  May Day is one of my favorite memories from Oxford.

While I did not get up to greet the sunrise, nor have time to frolic and appreciate the weather, I did take time to shoot a handful of photos in the yard.  Yesterday the apple tree was in its glory.  Standing under its branches, all I could hear was the buzz of bees.  Today, nearly every petal has fallen.




I found some rare blooming Tucker, and a few tufts of Basset hound, too:





I love this shot of Simon - it reflects his general attitude.


Some lovely purple stuff is blooming in the neighbor's yard.  It looks kind of like dame's rocket, but I'm not certain what it is.


And the ferns are nearly completely unfurled.


The best thing about May Day, though, was that I got hot.  Really.  I was too warm for the first time this year and it was positively delicious.  I so love summer!

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Feral Cat Cuteness

>> Monday, April 26, 2010

I have mentioned many times that we have a feral cat problem in our neighborhood, largely because of a neighbor's misguided habit of feeding them.  When Tucker first started going outside, a number of the feral cats gave him a lot of grief, but our little tough guy successfully fought them all off to establish his dominance of his own yard.

All but one, that is.  Ever since he started going outside, he's been tortured by one imperious, domineering, self-important, rotten stinker of a wild tom cat to whom we affectionately refer as King Friday.

King Friday gives Tucker a real run for his money.  He's not the biggest tom cat around - not by any stretch - although he has enough fur for three cats.  He's just the wiliest, most irritating, most persistent tom, who seems to enjoy annoying Tucker.  I swear you can hear him snigger as he walks away, after having wound Tucker up to a yowling, twitching frenzy.  Given that Tucker did that to us for years before we started letting him outside, I don't begrudge King Friday his fun.

All of a sudden this spring, King Friday has acquired a set of mini-mes.  Clearly Friday is fertile.  His kittens are so damn cute it hurts, and they look so much like their papa it's incredible.  It turns out they appear to have inherited their papa's personality, too.  The pair of them now spend their days stalking Tucker, teasing him, annoying him, bothering him, and generally giving him no peace.

On Saturday, my husband captured one of them creeeeeeeping surreptitiously into Tucker's space.  I thought the photos were positively priceless.  Here he is, pretending to be invisible under the grill.


Remind me to wash the vegetable grilling tray thoroughly before I use it again.  The next sequence cracks me up:

Inching onto Tucker's back step.

Oh, there's a cameraman.

Oops - crap, there's Tucker, and he's not happy!

Tucker wins... for now.

They're only going to get more obnoxious as they get older and gain confidence.  Poor Tucker.  Methinks it's going to be a frustration-filled spring for him.  Serves him right.  He's the one who insisted on being an outdoors cat.

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