Wordless Wednesday - All in One Day

Morning was sunny and warm

By lunchtime, it was a small blizzard

Happy Dogs

Mother Mountain Lion and Kitten

Much to my surprise, a mother mountain lion led her small kitten to a mountain lion scrape spot. The mother urinated on the most recent scrape as her kitten milled around her legs.

That is very odd. I've never seen a mother with a kitten this small visit a scrape. The reason is that male mountain lions can be dangerous to her kitten. And then leaving her scent seemed even more inexplicable. 

Indeed, a male mountain lion arrived at the same spot two days later. He was exceptionally interested in the female's scent. He spent about 3 minutes sniffing the area and repeatedly marking. Then, he headed off in the same direction as she went.

I am mystified. Could the female be in estrus because she has only one kitten? Usually, they have three or four, although mortality means that they have two by the time the kittens get bigger.

Time will tell. In the meantime, check out the video!

 

The Hachi Chronicle

Hachi is finding his inner puppy here at Labrador Valley. He is reveling in his off-leash play time. We humans watch him and smile. Pure joy.

I can take him with me for mountain bike rides here. That is such a joy! I took this photo in the middle of a ride on a glorious autumn day.

Most of the week was great for Hachi but he had one rough day. A couple of contractors visited the house and then, shortly later, we took him hiking at a popular mountain trailhead. He had a rougher time than usual with people passing on the trail even when we moved him far away from them (by going into the forest next to the trail). I'm chalking it up to the contractors making him tense before the outing... which then made hiking near strangers more difficult.

I'm not too concerned. Hachi is doing astoundingly well given the changes in our lives.

Black Dog Sunday

Every autumn, we take an off-trail trek to a lake that our dogs love. We call it "Dog Leap Lake" because our visit is usually a dog water party. As soon as we arrive, the pups usually head into the water. This is Shyla on the left and R on the right from 2012.

This year, it was hard to find the time to visit Dog Leap Lake but it felt important to go to remember R and his ecstasy whenever we were there. However, when we arrived, the lake was occupied, and the visitors showed no sign of departing.

They were not the sort of visitors that we even tried to share the lake with. We watched them for a while, and then we departed. No dog's paw touched the water.

As we watched them, we imagined that R would have had apoplexy if we'd arrived at Dog Leap Lake and he had not been allowed to play in the water. This was R when we arrived at the lake a few years ago.

Every year, when we arrived at the lake, he'd go nutso with excitement. He seemed to be yelling "throw it, throw it"! He adored retrieving from Dog Leap Lake.

He'd shake with excitement while awaiting the next throw.

He and his sister would sometimes bring sticks to shore together.

What a happy pair they were.

Our visit to the lake this year, even though it was not as raucous as usual, did bring back many memories of our Black Dog. He swam in Dog Leap Lake every fall for thirteen years. He never failed to have a joyful time and to make us smile and smile. 

Memories of our Black Dog will never cease to make us smile.

Shyla Saturday

Recently, my brother reminded me of Shyla's extreme fearfulness when we met her in 2012. She was so fearful  that we couldn't let anyone outside our family interact with her directly. If they looked at her or spoke to her, she'd collapse onto the ground and lose control of her bladder.

As we tried to help Shyla not to be afraid of new people, we'd orchestrate outdoor meetings with new people. She could only handle meeting them if they were walking away from me and Shyla. Shyla and I would shadow them by about 10-20 yards. As long as no one looked at her, she was okay.

My brother recollected that it was a couple of YEARS before he could look at Shyla without scaring her. And it wasn't just him, it was all outsiders.

My reaction to the memories of Shyla's early years was "REALLY?!?". I'd almost forgotten. Shyla is so close to normal now that I hadn't thought about her early days recently. Until my memory was jogged, I didn't remember that she and I met with a trainer weekly for a couple of years (with daily practice of the things that the trainer taught us).

Within that context, you can imagine our utter disbelief as we've realized that Shyla has stepped into the role of "Queen" of our pack. If Shyla and Hachi find a juicy bone in the meadow, Hachi lets Shyla have it without question. If Shyla crosses the creek, Hachi follows her path *exactly*. He won't cross the creek unless he can follow in Shyla's pawprints.

R was Shyla's touchstone, and perhaps he prepared her to take on this role for Hachi. He was such a gentle and loving big brother to her, and now Shyla can pass that along to Hachi.

It is amazing that Shyla has grown up to have such confidence. I am so happy for her. And it gives me even more hope for Hachi.

A parade of wildlife on a bear scent trail

Deep in the forest, I came upon a bear "stomp trail", which is a trail of indents made by thousands of bear paws hitting the same spots as the bears walk. Bears use these stomp trails to imbue the ground with their own scent from their paw pads.

The astounding part is how many species use trails where bears leave their scents. In this case, one example was a pair of mountain lions. They are a male-female pair who were probably together for a few days while the female was in estrus.

Check out the mountain lions and other species in the video. It's cool to see so many in one spot.

Thankful Thursday

For all of the happiness associated with our move, the stress of having an endless list of things to do is getting to me. Migraines have been stalking me, and I really hope that I can find an inner zen in the midst of the chaos.

Despite all of the demands, I still get out to see the glorious beauty of autumn every day. Labrador Valley is stunning when it is cloaked in golden leaves. This photo shows a side valley that is lined with towering aspens. Surprisingly, in the middle of the valley, one long-lived Ponderosa Pine tree stands in the middle of the meadow. You can see it through the aspen trunks in this photo. Even though it's not golden at this time of year, that pine captures everyones' attention as they walk up the valley.

Shyla adores Lone Ponderosa Valley too. The ground is soft, almost boggy, which seems to invite her gallop faster and even more happily than usual.

Her happiness is contagious as she howls with happiness about the wonders of autumn. She loves the cool air in the morning (some might call it "cold" because it's below freezing). She still swims in the creek almost every morning even when I worry that her fur might get icicles!

I am thankful for this place that is bringing our pack so much happiness. I'll admit that I'm looking forward to the transition phase being over - but we will keep trying to find time to appreciate nature's beauty even when we have endless "to-do" lists.

Wordless Wednesday - Full Moon Setting

 

Pepe the Bear eats apples from a tree

It is the season of apples. Near a favorite bear area, there's an apple tree that very rarely has fruit. Two years ago, it had just a few apples that made a young bear named "Pepe" go wild. He was small so he could easily climb into the tree to pick apples.

Last year, it had no apples. Pepe was around but the lack of apples must have made him sad.

This year, the year of the drought, the tree has more apples than I've ever seen before! Pepe arrived right on schedule. First, he ate the apples off the ground. On his next visit, he started climbing to get them. Climbing is more of a challenge now than 2 years ago because he's grown a lot!

I put together the footage of him at the apple tree. Enjoy!

The Hachi Chronicle

Happy Hachi! There seems to be nothing in the world that Hachi loves more than playing with his sister.

 And one of my favorite parts of the day is watching the two of them have a blast chasing each other.

Overall, it was a great week for Hachi. He did well with strangers, especially when he had a chance to adapt to them before meeting them closer up.

He's been handling the frequent trips back and forth between the houses well. It seems like it could be confusing to a dog but he's settling into the new place and seems to be comfortable with it being our new home.

I've been listening to a podcast called "The Bitey End of the Dog" by Michael Shikashio. Listening to the stories has made me realize that we are very lucky that Hachi is coming so far. Some dogs with easier backgrounds than Hachi never recover. Hachi seems like he may be leaving behind his worries. I doubt that he'll ever be 100% normal but he's already getting close.

We are lucky and so is Hachi.


 

Black Dog Sunday

I've come to realize how much my little one-on-one outings with R made me happy. He was such a hilariously happy dog who brought out the best in me. 

Last fall, I made a big point of taking our Black Dog to spots with golden aspens. I loved how he looked at me with total focus whenever we stopped in the forest. He loved the games that we played. When he gave me a look like this one, it meant that I should start one of his favorite games and quit clicking the shutter.

So, I did. In the past year, this was his very favorite game. The more treats, the happier he was because he knew that he'd get to eat all of them. When he launched them into the air and didn't catch them, it was like the sky was raining treats. In fact, R seemed to think that the sky might start raining treats at any moment - he was that much of an optimist.

Now, as I go through the forest, I see certain spots that are gloriously beautiful, and I think "I want to bring R here". Then, I realize that I can't, except in my heart.

We've been so comforted by all of the photos that we have of R. They make us smile with the memories of the day when I took them. His endlessly happy and enthusiastic personality shines through in almost all of them. When I look at the photos, I feel like I can see the world through R's eyes and heart. He felt the potential for fun in every situation. He wagged his way through life.

Happy Black Dog Sunday. If he were here, our Black Dog would inspire us to find a few moments to enjoy the beauty of the world and play with him. Perhaps we all can find a fun few moments today in his memory.

Shyla Saturday

Shyla and I are making the most of these days of cool air, sunshine, and golden aspens! Our mountain bike rides together are pure bliss.

Happy Shyla Saturday!

More Adventures of Mama Moose and her Calf

 I'm continuing to follow a mama moose and calf pair. The calf was born this spring but is growing up so fast!

They really like a "wallow" which is a spring that bubbles up from under the ground. The dirt over it has turned to really sticky and deep mud. In this video, the pair visited it in daylight which gives a great perspective on how deep the mother sinks into the mud.

Watching them makes me really glad that I never accidentally stepped into the mud -  I might still be stuck in it!

Check out the short video!

Thankful Thursday

I am so thankful for autumn beauty in this peaceful place.

As Shyla and I stood atop a hillside near Lab Valley gazing at the golden aspens and the mountains, an immature red-tailed hawk circled over our heads. He was so close that it felt like we could reach out and touch him.

This hawk, and another like him, have been around Lab Valley since we first looked at the valley in June. They call as they fly which always catches my attention because it's like three screams in succession. They know just where the thermals are within the valley, and they love to ride them up, up and up!

We haven't seen them in the past five days or so. Perhaps their patterns change with the seasons. Only time will tell.

I am so thankful for the beauty of Nature in this wonderful new place.