Friday, March 27, 2009
The Week in Review
What a mixed bag of weather this week - hail and winds so strong the boughs fell from trees, sunshine and an afternoon so warm I didn't need a jacket or even a sweater, icy temperatures so cold that the piggy's water dishes froze, and finally the obligatory Wet Coast rain.
Signs of spring are slowly emerging, as buds swell on trees and crocuses and daffodils pop up in unexpected places.
The fish are back in the creek, attracting herons to the pasture. Mallards are mating, checking out the pond next door for potential nesting spots. Bird songs fill the air as we walk the pasture. Robins are busy nesting - I counted eleven in the yard one morning.
In the pasture, they are busy gathering the alpaca fiber from the pathway, and the soft, soft fleece along the fence from the llama next door - such a luxurious lining for their nests!
Janice from Hearts on Noses delivered pig feed one day while I was at work (thanks, Janice!). She left behind some treats - dog cookies - for the pigs. One evening I sprinkled some liberally among some hay in the piggy yard. Sadie and Charley could obviously smell the cookies, because they would not leave that spot along the fence when I took them into the pasture for our evening walk.
Charley was quite determined to get those cookies!
And first thing next morning, Charley headed straight back to the same spot to see if the pigsters had left any:
The ever-changing weather and the lengthening day has produced some interesting light but few opportunities to capture sunrises or sunsets. Still, I cherish my morning and evening walks in the pasture, the dogs by my side.
I cherish the beautiful views, the smell of the damp earth and sweet hay, the quiet swoooosh of the creek now high with spring runoff. I cherish the squeals of the piggies as they awaken in the morning and the soft grunts and oinks and hums as they settle for the night. Those mornings, those nights, outdoors with my critters, are always the best part of my day. They are memory-making moments that I will forever hold in my heart. Leaving this little piece of heaven may be the hardest thing I have ever done.