Nesting Season

      Nesting season changes the dynamics of our life. Kaia is a hunter and given freedom to run she's always hunting. Consequently, it's not good for her to be loose in the grasslands while pheasants and ducks are nesting. That limits what we do for activity.  Several days lately we've walked in the cemetery. One loop of the path that circles inside the cemetery is a quarter of a mile. With the large fir trees surrounding the cemetery ground nesting birds avoid the area. The trees offer perching sites for hawks and the nesters know enough to avoid the area. So, it is a good place for Kaia to run.

   She did find a nester there recently. It was a moderately, large painted turtle that had left the slough near the cemetery to lay her eggs. Kaia was fascinated but I called her off and when we came around the circle agian she was gone.

   Bored of doing loops in the cemetery today I took Kaia to a pasture. The grass was grazed short last fall so it isn't a nesting site.  The pasture fence  has many cedar trees. With that in mind I carried a bow saw and cut cedars out of the fence while Kaia ran. That's a more productive activity than walking circles.

   The corn I planted was very slow to emerge, but it's up now.  Perhaps planting in cold ground when the weather's been cold slowed it's growth. The ground was covered with chopped stalks reflecting the sunlight. One day I plowed, the next I tilled and the following day I planted. Likely the soil was cold.

  On this day in 1962 I was honorably discharges from the United States Marine Corps. Discharged in San Diego, I purchased a car in Long Beach. Meeting Ed at Treasure Island, San Francisco, we drove to the World's Fair in Seattle. 

Takk for alt,

Al

The 1954 Austin Heally we drove to Seattle.

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Prairie Ragwort growing in the pasture.

Bow saw