Shrooms and Coyotes

Coyote In The Meadow

Nope, that’s not me in the picture. In fact, it’s my cousin, Br’er Coyote. When I first came here, lots of folks said I look like a fox, but a fox is a sort of cat-like dog, you know? I would be much closer to a coyote. About the same size. But much faster, I’m sure.

The coyotes are singing their autumn songs these days. They hang out in the woods across the glen, or up the hill behind Mike’s house. Around sunset they’ll start. First we hear them up the mountain to the northeast, then the answering calls will come from the south, or from the Wonder Woods to the east. Sometimes they’re right here in the tree lines and pine stands, and it sounds like they’re so close we could throw a bone and hit them.

Frosty Mornings

We’ve had some of that frost stuff. That mini-ice that lands only on the grass. Now that’s a clear sign that we’re finally getting closer to winter. Elsewhere on the trail, the little mushroom families have returned to nest for another year. It’s a nice balance that we have birds nesting in spring then mushrooms in the fall. They have some really big litters!

The ferns are still green and growing in our Wonder Woods, where we’ve had a few trees fall this year. There was a lot of wind this year, and a couple of really big blows. The chicory and feverfew are cranking out their last blooms, and the china berries are white as…well, china, I guess. On the Widowmaker, the goldenrods bend and the tiny blue flowers of the wild thyme decorate our path.

On The Widomaker

Soon enough, that gun season will start. I don’t like loud noises, even if they are in the woods. The upside is I usually get some share of the hunt, a turkey leg or a deer hoof to chew on. I wish they could be quieter about it. Maybe they could use their fishing poles to catch them. They hardly make any noise at all.

Velvet Mushroom

The next couple of weeks will be a real thrill, as the leaves turn colors then fall off the trees. That’s funny. It’s pretty convenient that leaves “fall” in the “Fall”!! I bet no one thought of that when they named it “Fall”! Life is full of such uncanny coincidences. I’m looking forward to cooler temperatures, walking the woods on crunchy leaves, and getting ready for the candy holiday! You know, where everyone wears different clothes and tries to fool each other. How silly. They’re not fooling anyone. I know who they are. They still smell the same!

A skeleton for Halloween!

Wag more, bark less.

Sasha

First Frosts

Last weekend I saw a few flakes of snow fall from the sky, that’s when I knew it’s almost time for winter! These days are getting cooler, but still mild during the day, but as this moon wears on, it gets colder and colder.

Soon the ground will be frozen in the mornings, frost on everything, little puddles with the thinnest layer of ice on top. Hunters will be out often during this time, and we’ll hear guns going off in every direction in the woods around the ranch. Loud noises scare me a little.

But then, know what’s next? Yes you do! Come on, guess again!
Yes! The turkey holiday!

All my favorite people will come over and there will be the hugest feast of the year. (Must be they need to use up all the old stuff, I guess.) Plenty of turkey and turkey bones (and a strange assortment of turkey-based meals for a long, long time.) And but also pie! Chocolate pie! Okay, so the people always make a big deal over the pumpkin pie. I don’t get that. A gourd in a pie or candy? That’s a choice?

 

Last night a skunk got near the house, or under it. Wow! Woke us all up out of sound sleeps at midnight.
So, I need to go air out now. (And make sure she doesn’t move in to hibernate!)

Clear Trails!

 

Sasha

Weird And Spooky Things

Something really strange is happening again around the ranch. This happened last year, too, and the year before that.

Normally, my people decorate our house with pretty things like wreaths, silk flowers, holiday decorations and colored lights. Now they have made the place look terrible on purpose! There are human skeletons, some in pieces, hung and scattered about. Pumpkins bear faces resembling humans. Some kind of ritual or sacrifice, I guess.

On the front lawn is a 9-foot tall man-looking thing with a green face, and nailed to a tree is a small woman, spread eagle as if she’d flown into the tree. Her hands are green and her hair is purple.

There’s a HUGE spider hanging from the kitchen ceiling, and all around the place are more scarecrows than you’d need for a whole sunflower farm. Don’t they know the gardens are dead now? What do we need all these scarecrows for? (Besides, I’ve never seen a crow come in the house.)

Maybe they’re trying to keep the hunters away from the house (and their noisy guns!)

It’s a good thing I remember seeing this holiday before, or I’d be worried about my people.

Clear trails!

 

Sasha