Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Nature can be brutal...

But nature is also amazing! Something must die so that another may live...
What's the chances of ever seeing a weasel in the night, having killed something way larger than he is and dragging it possibly a good distance so it can feed?! These 4 pictures aren't great, but it was 9 p.m. at night out behind the house and I had only a flashlight to watch this and take pictures. The weasel is brown in summer and changes to white in winter..like wild rabbits do. The grouse feeds normally on the ground, nests in the trees at night, and I have to assume the wily weasel surprised it. Weasels are voracious killers, brave beyond belief.I was taking the dogs out when I heard something odd behind the house and went to inspect. When I got too close, he would leave his kill and run large circles around me. He certainly was not afraid of me, and was warning me not to get too close. He's actually very cute and very fast!I backed off and he went back to the grouse, trying to drag it off the pathway. Where he was going, I don't know. He ended up eating and this morning much of it was still there. I might go out tonight to see if he has come back. If not, something else will come along and finish it off. It's just Mother Nature working her wonders.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Our Precious Storm

On Saturday morning, we lost our wonderful little Storm. He would have been 17 in January. Storm brought joy and laughter to so many people, not only us. He was the favorite of all visiting therapy dogs, for 9 years, taught children how to behave around dogs and made them laugh with his favorite toy, "the rat" and sniffing each ones' feet. A beautiful sheltie, with two blue eyes, he caught everyones' attention.
He was a ham in the obedience ring with an "I'm smarter than you are" attitude. And he was! After his second leg in "Open" competition, he knew in training he could be perfect, but in a trial could refuse an exercise and get attention. Storm loved the camera, and enjoyed wearing party hats to have his picture taken. He was the boss of the house, never doing anything to be top dog, the others just somehow respected him. We always called him "annoying" - he was just too cute and funny to ever get truly annoyed with. He loved his walks through the woods with the big dogs until the last couple of years.
With the hundreds of pictures I have of him, I've always loved this one. He will live forever in our hearts, and his breeders', Jo Ann and Terry Pavey.
Jo Anns' favorite memory of Storm is watching him play with and whack his wind-up frog. He was quite the guy.
CH Fairisles Whitegates Powerline CD CGC St. John Ambulance Therapy Dog (extraordinaire).