Wolves - a mama and yearling |
June 28, 2014 - Saturday
64 degrees/clear - hazy/calm winds
Pentoga Road
I'm thinking of opening a wild animal park here on Pentoga Road... Pentoga Road Photo Safaris. I could drive tourists up and down the path on my little blue four-wheeler in search of wild game. Maybe I'll wear a Dollar Store plastic safari hat and carry my pellet gun to protect any and all from hard-charging squirrels.
In the past week, we've photographed:
a bear
a buck
a doe and twin fawns
a Tom turkey
a raccoon
and two wolves, all photos taken in the same place by the same camera mounted on a tree. Unbelievable.
Brutus used to run through the woods, but now confines his roaming to areas near the house. I understand why. Even with his powerful jaws, he's not a fighter. A wolf, let alone two, would make quick work of him.
I walked five miles first thing Friday morning and am extremely happy that the pain in both feet has completely left and I'm good to go for my usual training regimen.
One of the farms I pass on my daily hike. Wild turkeys are in the drive and field. |
A simple dirt road has turned into a tunnel winding through the trees. |
I graded papers for an hour after arriving home and am completely current. The class is small this summer and all my students are active teachers who are earning their Alaska certification.
The strawberries are quickly ripening. I picked a large bowl full Friday morning and spent almost an hour cleaning, sugaring, and putting them in the freezer for next winter. Between Sargie and me, we eat fruit every day of the year.
The rest of the day was spent on the backhoe working on the landscaping in the side yard. I got a lot done and will begin raking and leveling off the area Andy and I worked on two weeks ago. I'm hoping to finish the side yard and build several raised beds before summer's end.
I took a break and called my good buddy, Scott, in Georgia. You might remember, Scott was involved in a severe motorcycle accident months ago and I'm happy to report that he's healing and recovering nicely, although I suspect not nearly as fast as he'd like. In fact, he said he'd been outside mowing the lawn. Scott's truly one of the good guys of the world with both feet flat on the ground and those of us who know and love him are grateful for his progress.
I continued trying to dig the four-foot deep holes for the treated posts to support the new storage building. Unfortunately, I hit some large rocks. At first, I thought they were shale, but I wasn't that lucky. They were boulder-sized rocks. What to do?
Last night, with Sargie's help, I replaced the 16 inch bucket on the backhoe with the smaller 9 inch one and started digging. Unfortunately, I hit a large boulder, but at least I've dug deep enough around the boulder that by adding concrete, it should be okay. I'll dig the remaining two holes later today.
The wild flowers are beautiful. With the warm temperatures and rain, the flowers, wild and tame, are at their prime. I wish they would last year 'round.
A single peony in the garden covered by asparagus fronds |
But, I'm not surprised. After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales of Pentoga Road...
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