A perfect early Fall day today, and look what I saw in the pasture. That is not a dog, that’s a coyote. And on the other side of the fence – it’s a brace of coyotes!
Harry went off to play in a golf tournament, Jane rode Derry, and I spent time puttering around with Rebecca, while she did all the work. Then, Jane worked the footing on the ring in preparation for jumping tomorrow.
I saw several monarch butterflies, which brought great joy. They enjoyed the Mexican sunflowers, but the color match makes them hard to see in pictures. I also had the good fortune to see two toads. One of them was not cooperative for the camera, and had to be held for his picture. Don’t worry, he was released unharmed.
Speaking of joy, here is Rebecca laughing.
Tom Morris visited the flatbed restaurant this afternoon. Marmalade was surprised, but neither of those orange cats are fighters. Licorice hides in the shadows under the trailer.
Rebecca worked hard, as always. Here she is with the tools of her trade at the end of a long day.
Harry had a magnificent day for golf, and says he did not blot his copybook, despite being a bit rusty. It was a fun time with good, old friends.
So, it’s a short blog post tonight. There isn’t much to report, and the internet has been down, so it’s been a bit frustrating!
The nasturtiums are at the end of their run, but still producing beautiful, delicate blooms. Meanwhile, the beautyberries are just coming into their glory.
Nasturtium 
Aptly named Beautyberry
Finally, a three dog cat food scatter today! Mistletoe was too busy yapping and watching for Jack, so she missed out.
Nettie, Weedy and Cedar enjoy a cat food scatter
Stay safe, stay well, stay alert for unexpected treats.
Oh, your blog has sent me back to one of my all time favorite reads. I read it every spring. Barbara Kingsolver’s Prodigal Summer. I love her story of those little golden dogs. Have a fun jumpfest!
I love Barbara Kingsolver, but have not read Prodigal Summer. I will get to it soon. Thanks!
Golf, how fun! Go Harry, what a kaleidoscope of interests you have. Are you a fellow Gemini? And those Monarchs, soooo beautiful against the brilliance of the, what are they, oh yes, Mexican Sunflowers. And the Kingsolver book my niece mentioned. I’ve just read the Guardian review, because Linda peaked my interest. Here is the last sentence of the review, “Prodigal Summer is a rich and compulsive read. Its acute and sensuous observation of the natural world reveals an unexpected beauty, as it traces human love in the flight of a luna moth.” Sounds wonderful. Must add it to my piles of books, a good thing about Covid, reading to my hearts delight! And, enjoying these blogs! Anne, are you concerned about the coyote brace? Do they kill the cats? Do cats outsmart them? I’m guessing they do, yet if they do that is quite wily! Coyotes might outsmart us all! Well, maybe cats!
I do worry, a little bit, Jane, about coyotes, but I don’t know for sure if they take cats. The Crouchers have been here eleven years. Admittedly, there were four of them originally, and I have always wondered if Wedge was taken by coyotes. He disappeared, so I like to imagine he found a better home, and not that he was a coyote victim.
One day, I heard yipping and barking over by the ring, went out there, and two coyotes (a brace) were messing with Weedy! One would nip him in the butt, and when he turned around, the other one would nip his bottom! It was sort of a game, but maybe not much fun. As soon as they saw me, they left, and Weedy was very happy to see me and to be “rescued”.
For the most part, I just hope the coyotes keep to their life, and leave us in peace. Their nighttime singing is a treat.
Saturday morning I darted out into the dewy dawn. Air almost still. Perfect scent for cubbing, I thought. Glanced across the boulevard, and lo, a tall blond woman following an American Foxhound. Big as a staghound. Brandywine? Coffee to computer, and a VIEW! Thanks Huntsman and Master Weber for the sport. Goodnight.
Oh, Chris! It was indeed a perfect morning for cubbing, and that view brought back such memories of wonderful chases…
Bridlespur used to hunt this very land – from the long ago meets at M & O. One day, I came across the remains of an old post and rail in the woods west of here. You probably jumped it!