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No-mans land

10 September 2009 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

We disturbed some whitetails on Wiseman Road last night; they bounded away, hit the tree line, and were gone; swallowed by the forest.

It is amazing to me how they can disappear in a sway of brush and branches, as if they pass through some kind of star gate; gone to another world, one in which we tread softly and with trepidation. ...[Read More]

Puppy love

9 September 2009 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

Though the last couple weeks have been tiring for me, Breagha has had a lot of fun, and is enjoying her puppy life. Her network of acquaintances now includes a beautiful red-head (Sophie, the retriever) and a gargantuan pot-belly pig!

Seeing her dance around this bohemoth is very funny; his squeals of protest only encourage the prancing puppy, and his serious dimensions make his efforts to evade her futile. ...[Read More]

Breagha’s first hunting success

8 September 2009 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

We were at the puppy’s swimming hole on a lunch break, and though I yelped in surprise and delight at a grass snake crossing in front of us, Breagha was too stubborn to come see what it was and missed the adventure.

On the way back to the car I was still disappointed that she had bounded right by the potential introduction, when she buried her head in a ball of grass, and got really excited. ...[Read More]

Swimming hole

7 September 2009 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

After a really hot couple days, Mary-lin took me down to a wonderful wee swimming hole not far from the cabin/trailer. The water is cold, and the mosquitoes are delighted at the free-for-all, but it is beautiful, and a really nice place to actually bathe in entirety (thank you lassie).

Bathing in a river has it advantages and disadvantages; like anything else. ...[Read More]

Ghost deer

4 September 2009 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

The elk have ventured down from the mountains again; though we only see them from time to time further down the trail melting into the bush, unflustered and regal, like ghost deer; their sign is all around.

I like their presence, even if mostly unseen. They are like silent messengers; somehow lending a sense of calm to a place.

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