Last time, my person hogged up all my space with the first chapter of Caravan. It’s a bit nerve-wracking for those in the story, so I’m glad it’s fiction. Meanwhile, back at the ranch…
I must admit, even I was happy we had a warm, sunny, springy day to walk in, even if the snow is fading. I really love the snow and the cold weather. My folks are from Siberia, you know, so it’s normal for me. But sometimes the warm sun feels good, and I see we have some different birds in the yard these days.
On the trails, we thrilled to the last of the snow. It uncovers hidden treasures as it recedes, and we can find mouse runs and bits of leftover kills. I found some bunny scraps left behind by Brer Coyote. Scraps is right. Nothing but fur. Ever heard of sharing?
Enjoy it while it lasts
Pussy Willows that don’t look like cats
Last Snowshoe Hike
Yep, it’s melting
Sure smells good
Well, I can read the signs. This is the Melting Snow Moon. I can smell it.
It’s the Snow Geese that take the snow with them. We saw a flock fly over and listened to their funny squeaky honk that sounds more like quacking. Yeah, when the snow geese go north, they take the snow with them. It’s a sure sign.
Windfall, Avenue of the Pines
Taking The Snow
Snow Geese and Moon
In The Pine Stand
Days are getting longer, so that’s a good thing. Gives me a little more time to try to ambush the skunk by the side of the house before the people call me in. And on to the next season!
Snow! Snow! Snow! Gosh I love snow. You can eat it and dig in it and run through it. You can spin three turns and have yourself a bed in an instant. And you don’t get overheated on your hike.
My person is excited about the third volume of my stories, as he finally got started on Caravan. I’m glad it’s fiction, because it’s a lot colder up above the Arctic Circle than it is here. It’s 16 degrees (F) here today, and with the wind, feels like 2 below zero (F). My team on the tundra is facing far lower temperatures and far greater winds. It must be fifty below where they are. I’ll just lay here by the wood stove and watch the old man write.
Cold, Snow, Perfect!
On Chuy’s Trail
Practicing My Macrame
I took up two new hobbies. One is Yoga. I don’t know what it’s about but they have this thing called “downward dog”, and I’m a natural at it. This Yoga thing must be right up my alley.
The other thing is macrame. You know, tying knots. The only thing I have to work with is my jorring lead, but I’m making progress.
Had a skunk come around this week. Time for them to come out of hibernation. He was close to the house in the night, but in the morning was nowhere to be found. I suppose that’s good, cause every time I get a decent layer of skunk scent on me, my people wash it off with this awful-smelling, perfumey shampoo. Eww! And it will be three moons before I’ll be able to find a dead thing to roll in.
I’m excited to announce that today my human published my second book, Lodge!
These stories pick up where Homestead ended, and take us through our first summer, our first trip to the Summer Festival at Tunkan, and our first look at dogsled races!
It’s available in paperback and ebook on Amazon. Search for Sasha Of The Chukchi Sea, or go to my human’s author page at: amazon.com/author/scottroconnor.
I hope you’ll enjoy reading it!
Meanwhile, here at home, we’ve finally made a good turn toward winter. Temperatures were down to 9 degrees F last night, and we have a modest layer of snow. Still not enough for sledding.
The smell of the skunk still lingers a bit around the cellar door, but it’s fading.
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?
On The Range
White Tailed Deer
To The Wood!
Edge Of Frost
North Loop Trail
Fungi And Friends
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!)