Thursday, June 24, 2010
Back from Vacation
(My husband and I in front of Yaquina Lighthouse on the Oregon Coast. I reread Virgina Woolf's, To the Lighthouse--so this was a fun excursion).
(The kids at play on the beach).
I just got back from a vacation to the Coast. It's always a mixed blessing, traveling--I love to be here at home with all my animals and the land (which I love--I am a confessed land-lover), but I also like to explore new places with the family.
While we were gone, my mom came up and took care of Riagan--a full-time job, I assure you! What a blessing that was. It takes a village to run this home--and so my sister was also here minding the horses and other animals. Unfortunately, one of the worst things that could happen, DID happen--the water went out again. They were without water for two days and one night. Apparently, a pipe broke in the well down by the pump (340' down) and it cut off the water supply. It was all fixed by the time we got home last night, but BOY do I feel sorry for my mom having to suffer through that experience.
My parents are real grandparents to my Irish Wolfhound in every way possible. They are partners in choosing her, purchasing her, and raising her! Now they are partners in babysitting her! My mom says she loved every minute of it. I know Riagan seemed to have loved it--she didn't miss a beat while we were gone.
Since I got my puppy, I've almost forgotten I have horses!! So much of my time and energy has gone to getting her adjusted/acclimated to her new home, I haven't had anything left to give. It's starting to change, though, as my puppy has settled in to the new home. I can feel life getting back to normal again.
There was another thing that happened while we were gone--my family says it was "Wild Kingdom" around here. They woke up one morning to find a coyote chasing a fawn--being chased by the fawn's mother. The fawn would cry out when the coyote would bite it. It sounds like it was all chaos--and it was right here in my front yard!!
Eventually, they found the fawn by itself in the tall grass--no mother around. They thought the mother didn't know where the fawn was, but in retrospect, it appears the mother hid her in the tall grass by our barn and horses, then came back for her that night. They guessed that the fawn was about a week old and too young to fend for itself. The next morning they saw mother and baby in the tall grass together in our front pastures--then gone.
It always seems like everything happens when we're on vacation!
By the way, this weekend is Mustang Days here in town. It's the same weekend as my son's Hoopfest, but I hope to go there and watch some of the demonstrations--hopefully, the competition on Sunday, too.