Sunday, July 3, 2011

in the Japanese maple

I love this little tree. We bought it by putting $10 in a coffee can along Callaway Road, and it has since survived gnawing by our Great Pyrenees. The tree is thriving this year, and now I've spotted a nest with four eggs. They apparently are mockingbird eggs, as mama mocker circles each time we go near.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

A high-kill shelter?

Totally unnecessary and inexcusable. I called today to a kind woman named Tonya who tries to rescue dogs from the 'high-kill' shelter in Pittsylvania County. Two pups, mixed German Shepherd and Great Pyrenees, had been posted for possible adoption on Facebook by the Franklin County, Va., no-kill shelter. Tonya was very sad and frustrated, and I'm with her: the shelter 'thought' the pups might have parvo virus but would not even let Tonya pay to take them to the vet. They are gone now.  Bless those who try valiantly to save animals past and present.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

The Snake

I was simply opening the barn gate for my Great Pyrenees. A little grey tail wiggled at eye level. How cute, I thought: a lizard. And I twisted my face around to look at it. It was instead a snake, about 18 inches long and happily ensconsed on a barn post. Just looking around.

The snake certainly didn't frighten Coco the Pyr. She adopts all kinds of animals, from butterflies to toads to, I suppose, the snake.

I left him (her?) there for another day. Perhaps the snake will eat the mice. Oh, that's right: Coco adopted the mice, too.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Pecker wood

The garden is bigger this year, and these rains bring promise. And weeds. Hubby has built a fortress against the deer. Meanwhile, a woodpecker is trying to make a nest in our log house.

getting started

Okay. It's been almost three years. I must begin writing. I'm leaning toward poetry because I can be honest yet kind to those about whom I may speak.