A couple of mid-summer birthdays on November Hill

 Violet and Isobel came to us as kittens with birthdays in late July and early August, and this year they turned 3! They are the youngest of the kit-meows here and bring a lot of energy to this house full of cats. 

Isobel is a very loving cat, but she remains slightly skittish, which is how she was as a tiny kitten. It’s almost impossible to pick her up, and if someone she doesn’t know comes in, she will run and hide, but she is quite a loving girl to her cat family here. She adores Pippin and is often found hanging out with him. She remains close to Violet - while they aren’t sisters, they clearly were kept together at the shelter and became friends early on. We think she may have some “munchkin” genetics, as her body structure looks a bit like that kind of cat. Her legs are short and she is a little fluff-budget. She’s a fierce huntress and in spite of not being able to roam the farm, she manages to catch prey in the back yard and even on the front porch.

Violet is a total sweetheart. She’s also quite an outlier as the other cats other than Isobel often pick on her. She hangs out with the dogs and actually responds more like a dog than a cat at times. She is fearless and persistent and out of all the cats, Violet is the one who must be fed separately because she will go full force at any bowl of food she can get to. 

Both these girls bring much joy to our home and we’re so glad they’re with us. Happy birthday, Violet and Isobel! We love you both! 

The Monarchs Are Here!

 

When You’re Mom To A Wildlife Photographer

You get to see really cool things. :)

My daughter and I visited the Alligator River Wildlife Refuge last week and got to see alligators, bears, and one very amazing barred owl. I love owls and have never had this kind of wild, close encounter. It was  amazing.

My photos are from my phone and simply snapshots of a few moments as we explored the refuge. When my daughter sends me some of hers, I’ll share her very beautiful work.

The refuge is a huge area and has many fields of soybeans and corn planted within it, which the black bears love to eat. A large part of our time was spent driving these gravel roads “tracking” the movement of  a few of the bears as they headed to the fields, always keeping a respectful distance. Periodically this bear would stop and turn to look at us. He really wanted to use the road, and he was fine as long as we stayed back this far. When another car came up behind us, though, he cut into the woods and took the shrubby route. It was fascinating to see the signs of bears moving around inside the refuge - flat swathes of grass left by bears leaving the road to cut through the woods, piles of bear scat, etc. We got many glimpses of mama bears with cubs, single bears like this one, and the very cool sight of bears bobbing through the fields from a distance - akin to a dolphin coming up and going down again in the ocean. 

I would never have seen this alligator were it not for the keen eyes of my daughter. We were driving slowly along the gravel road, adjacent to this waterway, when my daughter quietly said, “Can you stop and back up? I think I saw some eyes.” Back we went, and she was right. An alligator was resting with face barely above the water. Can you spot it here? I took the photo not quite believing it was even an alligator, but her close-up photos revealed its eyes. He was still there when we came back by an hour or so later. 

This next moment was from my favorite time of the day. Again, my daughter said, “Can you back up? There’s an owl.” I was expecting an owl way up in the top of a tree, but this one was very close to the ground and we stopped and hung out with him for quite a while. He was so curious, watching us, watching the many butterflies that were out, and keeping his eyes on the perimeter for, I guess, a meal. It was a gray rainy day with some wind, and the branch he sat on moved when it gusted up. He sat and sat. 

While we were watching the owl, this critter was watching us. I’m glad it’s in the refuge and not on November Hill!

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A few photos on the farm as we ended the month of July. The lovely gazing pool made by the little bird-and other critters bath.

Joe Pye alongside the bluebird box (that wasn’t used by the bluebirds this year!)

Green-headed coneflowers have done so well this second year! 

Butterly house in proximity to the bronze fennel which came back after last summer’s planting.  

When the deep fuchsia ironweed comes out it’s lovely beside the yellow. Soon!

 I’ve had a busy few weeks and several things simmering to share, so stay tuned!

A Very Happy Birthday to the 14-Year Old We Live With and Love

 Rafer Johnson turned 14 this week and I’m trying to resist the urge to ramble on about how unbelievable this seems and how fast time passes. Both are true, but this year on his 14th birthday I’d like to tell a few stories about our lives with Rafer Johnson.

We met him when he was only a week old. He was with his mother Contessa but he was already incredibly social and very calm in his demeanor. 

When Rafer arrived on November Hill at six months of age, he marched forward from his journey led by his friend and caretaker Marty, and he bravely met four very large and very intense equines. Keil Bay and Little Man appeared as if they were viewing an alien landing. Cody was his usual no-nonsense self, but he was surrounded by the alien watchers he lives with so he wasn’t quite sure if maybe he too needed to be ready to bolt. Salina was intense, but from a different place. She saw, I think, a baby horse with kind of long ears and no mama, and she was more than ready to step in and manage him. 

Rafer spent his first day here meeting and greeting these new family members through the fence, and late in the afternoon we began introducing him 1:1 to each herd member in a separate space from the rest of the herd. This went well, though Salina was so smothering we did not let him spend that first night with her. Instead, Rafer shared a stall with Cody, whose calm and no-nonsense acceptance seemed like the right way to proceed. The next day Rafer gradually transitioned into the full herd, one horse at a time. Salina notched it down a little and by the end of day two she and Rafer were two peas in a pod.

This remained true until she died at age 30. Rafer was always with her, and when I walked him through the barn to see her after she passed, he put his head onto my chest, looked into my eyes, and there were tears on his face. He stood by her grave daily for weeks, and he removed her halter from its hook and brought it to me on a near-daily basis for several months. He mourned and grieved her loss as much as we humans did. 

In a surprise move as the months went by, Rafer became joined at the hip with Little Man. They had always gotten along, but Little Man was always at odds with Salina during her lifetime here. He refused to follow her boss mare directions and she constantly tried to keep him in line. Somehow I expected Rafer to shift his intense devotion to Keil Bay, Salina’s best friend. But he shifted it to Little Man, and the two of them are rarely far apart. 

Today’s 14th birthday portraits reveal a very handsome donkey who stole our hearts when we met him and has kept them close ever since. He is a zen master and a love bug. He is our beloved Rafer Johnson. Happy Birthday, Rafer! We love you lots!

Photo credit goes to my amazing daughter, who always captures the spirit and soul of every living thing she aims her camera at!