All is well on a cool first day of June. Gardening continues as Our Ken plants his vegetables. As Sarah rightly noted, the potato production process is a complicated multi-stage effort that rivals rocket science. Spring bulbs have been put in the ground, watched closely by the Airedales in their white hats. Lee fluctuated between kitchen and nursery. Chantelle made quick entrances and exits, delivering a report to Ken and assuring Lee that the baking efforts of the day were not too shabby. The hunt for critters continues - Trapper Ken is not one to give up easily and the count of four just doesn't seem to satisfy his high expectations. On this day, the trusty live trap remains open and inviting. Not a masked raider in sight. Those that were taken on road trips should be back soon, though. The birds continue to rule Regalridge. Working in the barn, there were swallows milling about worrying the alpha male to death. Concerned that there was a nest building process underway, a major worry developed. The barn is locked and although the swallows are early to bed and early to rise, that was not sufficient input to assuage the concern. A plan developed - only Our Ken would be happy with it but there it is and his little swallows have access and egress. The pair over the kitchen door persevere, swooping over the back fields through much of the day, sitting on the power line over the yard for their coffee breaks and returning to the Airedale spinner or the wind chime holder for evensong. On the opposite side of the house, the jays, grackles, finches, woodpeckers and squirrels vie for position.
The kennel ticks along. Coby has his bags packed and is saying his farewells to his new pals. Gabe is perplexed at this and encourages play at every opportunity.
The house crew have spring routines firmly underway. Piper has determined that her face and paws must go where no dog has gone before. The tunnels being developed along the fence line would impress any backhoe worth its salt. And Piper's striped face and legs are an interesting addition to the house. As the striping falls off, a sandbox develops wherever she lights. Marguerite is well and happy. The babies are growing, the smallest now 15 ounces and the largest 23. Formula intake is increasing rapidly and collars lengthening. Soon there will be eyes peeking out. Mobility is increasing and escapees can be found regularly checking out the area outside their space. Lee's ability to corral the little characters is noteworthy.
Early in the day, an espresso coffeecake was produced. Homemade tomato soup was well received at noon and Our Ken has found a new source of fish on an expedition to the village. A truck with what is purported to be a "professional sign" has been sourced on the side of the road in Elmsdale. On this day, fresh halibut was brought home - the fish was extraordinary. When asked where his new friends hailed from, the deep thinker among us replied 'up the shore' - a definitive answer if ever there was one. Accompanying the grilled fish were new potatoes, snap peas and tomato chow. Cherries a la Jacques Pepin finished the meal - to positive comment.
The kennel ticks along. Coby has his bags packed and is saying his farewells to his new pals. Gabe is perplexed at this and encourages play at every opportunity.
The house crew have spring routines firmly underway. Piper has determined that her face and paws must go where no dog has gone before. The tunnels being developed along the fence line would impress any backhoe worth its salt. And Piper's striped face and legs are an interesting addition to the house. As the striping falls off, a sandbox develops wherever she lights. Marguerite is well and happy. The babies are growing, the smallest now 15 ounces and the largest 23. Formula intake is increasing rapidly and collars lengthening. Soon there will be eyes peeking out. Mobility is increasing and escapees can be found regularly checking out the area outside their space. Lee's ability to corral the little characters is noteworthy.
Early in the day, an espresso coffeecake was produced. Homemade tomato soup was well received at noon and Our Ken has found a new source of fish on an expedition to the village. A truck with what is purported to be a "professional sign" has been sourced on the side of the road in Elmsdale. On this day, fresh halibut was brought home - the fish was extraordinary. When asked where his new friends hailed from, the deep thinker among us replied 'up the shore' - a definitive answer if ever there was one. Accompanying the grilled fish were new potatoes, snap peas and tomato chow. Cherries a la Jacques Pepin finished the meal - to positive comment.
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