Summertime

It’s hot. The kind of hot that makes you want to fall out of your saddle into some shady spot and fall asleep or wait it out. The kind of hot where you drink half a bottle of water and are like, oh my gawd, I’m still thirsty and should have brought more. But there’s never enough.

It’s just…So. Damn. Hot. 

If you’re riding, you try to get an early start and stick to the trees. 

Or, head to the water. 

But let’s face it, this is officially boating season. 

It’s jump in the Columbia River, at the base of Whitestone Rock, and swim season. 

It’s sit on your deck as the sun goes down and visit with your friends and family season. 

Summer is in full swing here, and though it’s not, and will never be, my favorite season, it sure has started out to be a good one. 

Monday Missive

Hello everyone. Happy Monday. I’m writing this blog post and watching the US vs Belgium in the World Cup with my husband and our grandson. Soccer is kind of like watching paint dry, so I can multitask. (As I wrote that last sentence the US scored their first goal!! Woot! Woot!) (and Belgium scored!)

So much for watching paint dry. 

However, my last ride with Katie really was like watching paint dry as we left the trail head. I figured we’d liven them up by trotting the first bit, and that seemed to work. I wanted to get them to the section where Tweed saw the deer running alongside us. 

When we arrived at that point he tensed up and began looking for them. Katie was following on Epona and she said Epona also got reactive, but we made it through and the rest of the ride was easy and uneventful. 

The care of Gulliver (and grandson who is out of school for the summer) is making it hard to do trail rides, but Gulliver, at least, is becoming more and more independent very fast. 

And I’ve decided to keep him. A friend rehabbed a baby bird only to release it and watch a hawk swoop down within the very first minutes and snatch it. That was enough to convince me that I am now a starling mama—longterm. 

Also, he bonded with me and thinks I really am his mama. I was the first thing he flew to when he learned how to fly yesterday. Here are some videos, the first of his practice on July 4th, and then his success on July 5th. 

We are only at three weeks, so there’s no guarantee he will make it yet, but he seems to be thriving. 

I transferred him to a cage yesterday. That has also gone well. It’s on wheels so that I can move him to wherever I am. If I have to go on the road, I take him with us in a carrier so that I can continue his hand feeding every 20-30 minutes. He has been lots of places and travels like a champ. He was even on a boat again, and was happily preening, eating, and sleeping. Didn’t miss a beat. Now that he’s flying I won’t take chances traveling, but he should soon be foraging for food on his own. His diet is …interesting.  Live mealworms, berries, and softbill food.

So that’s my crazy life for this Monday. 

Never a dull moment when you embrace the bounty that is life.