Monday, December 5, 2016

Just a skiff of snow....

Apparently just a skiff of snow can make little princesses levitate:

Dat's cold on mah paws!

Saturday, December 3, 2016

Dogs, cats, pigs, and friends

A trip to the mainland always involves some of my least favourite things - like traffic, and being away from home, and traffic, and constantly figuring out changed and poorly signed routes, and traffic.  But that is balanced out by the opportunity to see some of my favourite people and pets and piggies.

A five day trip last month was no exception.  I wasn't off the ferry for more than fifteen minutes before new routes had me lost, and endless traffic had me chomping at the bit to return to my island. However, eventually I found the restaurant where my family and friends were waiting for me to join them for lunch - it has become almost a tradition for us to meet at the Riverhouse Pub near Deas Island Park on my way to or from the ferry.

After lunch, I headed out to my friends Ann and Ken in Abbotsford, who always offer Mitzi and me their self-contained lower level as a base while I take off hither and yon, and never fail to not only stock the fridge in 'my' space but also share many an amazing meal with me upstairs. In return, I let them beat me at whist at least once per visit.  They feed my stomach, I feed their egos. And we share a lot of laughs.  Mitzi isn't quite so happy about the visits - she is quite the homebody and even though our mainland space is familiar to her, she'd still much rather not travel at all:


Still, they have a big back yard that is frequently visited by cats, and there are few things that sniffer-dog Mitzi loves more than tracking the route a cat or two has taken.


Sniff sniff sniff
One grey, one orange, one black and white cat...

Which way did they go?



On Friday, I headed out to visit my friend Deb and her dog Lily and cat Hugo, at their new condo in South Surrey.
Hai!  I'm Hugo!
I hazn't seen you for a while!

You're not going to monopolize my mama, are you?

After a delicious lunch, Lily informed us it was time to go for a walk in the woods near her home:

C'mon!  Hurry up!  We've got a ball to chase!


Oops, sorry mom, I didn't mean to lose it. I know it's down there somewhere!
Find it, find it, find it! 

Dogs!  You don't see me losing my toys on some silly walk! 


Saturday saw a visit to Emma and her dad.  Emma, who turned twelve this week (Happy Birthday, Ems!), is doing well after a fun summer of swimming and lazing about in the interior.  She is a water dog through and through.  Her three favourite joys in life are food, swimming, and her dad.  I'm not sure what order she would place those in.  I'd like to think that I'm in her top ten still, and from the way she greets me, I think I am.

Emma (in front) and her best buddy Abby.
She who stares the hardest gets the first treat. 

On Sunday I spent time at Hearts on Noses Sanctuary with Janice and the piggies.  It was raining, so even the herd I fostered - Scotch and Soda and their ten 'babies' (who are now nine years old!) - was reluctant to come out of their nice cozy houses without a little added incentive.

Oh, okay, I guess we'll come say 'hi' if you're going to feed us apples.


Once they were out, they followed me around for a while - probably hoping for more apples - while I greeted my other porcine  - and canine - friends.

Who's out there?

Oh, look, someone left these apples near my door!

Did Santa Claus come early?

Whisper, one of my three velcro pigs, stayed with me the whole visit and introduced me to his new friend Sugar Ray. Sugar Ray, like a person with their head in a good book, was more interested in having his head in a good pumpkin than having his photo taken.


Pumpkinhead,,. aka Sugar Ray

Whisper doesn't mind sharing

Janice introduced me to some of the pigs who were new since my last visit, like Pete who carefully supervised Janice's apple-toss technique as we doled out treats to everyone:

Pete, not impressed with a throw where the apple doesn't land at his feet.



Chilco gets an apple too!


And what would a visit to Hearts on Noses be without a
photo of my pal Rose, with her beautiful feathery ears?

Coffee with my friend Luanne, dinner out with Ann and Ken at the Spaghetti Factory, some quiet time to read, little walks with Mitzi, and soon the five days were over and we were headed back home.  Allie greeted us with long stories of how Mary, our kind neighbour who takes care of her, was "too stingy with the Temptations and where the heck were you anyway?! ", and Mitzi bounced all over the house before running into the bedroom to snuggle down in her familiar space for a long winter's nap.

There's no place like home!


Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Flashback: My favourite piggy vids

Piggy vids?  You still have piggy vids of us?

I was working on some photos for a post about my recent trip to the mainland, which included a visit to Hearts on Noses Sanctuary to see "my" piggies - that is, the ones I fostered for them -  when I was distracted by a video which showed up on my Facebook newsfeed, a video of a family of happy horses sleeping and snoring and farting and squeaking.  By the time I watched it, let the dog out, watched it again, let the dog in, poured some wine, played with the dog, changed into pj's, shared some yogurt with the dog, and sat back down at the computer, I was too tired to finish the post I was working on.

But the video of the happy horsey noises reminded me of  my own favourite videos from back in 2009 when I was fostering Scotch and Soda and their ten adolescent piglets. The visual quality of the videos isn't stellar, but the sounds capture so perfectly one of the many reasons I love these critters.  I no longer have the original video (or if I do, it is lost in the bowels of one of my old computers somewhere), so I'm just going to send you to the post.  Turn your speakers on, and enjoy the music of

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Advice from Allie and Mitzi

I spent the morning gift-wrapping the few Christmas gifts I send, and packaging them for shipping.  It always takes a bit longer than anticipated, because Allie loves to assist.  She and Mitzi decided to offer a few words of advice:





Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Dancing with the Stars - er - Poms

I was going to intersperse these photos from the hike Pat and I did up Stoney Hill Trail with the photos I took from the time Sally and I went there.  But when I was sorting them to select a few for the blog entry, I noticed a distinct story in this one series of shots.  Pat was merely asking the poms if they were ready for a treat - but I'm pretty sure the pictures say something different.


Cosmo:  May I have this dance?

Lexi:  Hey, I wanna dance too!


Please, mom, pleeeeease dance with us!

Pat:  Oh, okay....are you ready?

Everybody DANCE!

Well, shake it up, baby, now*

Twist and shout!
......lalalalalalalala......
You know you got me goin', now .....


Come on and twist a little closer, now 
And let me know that you're mine 

And a final tuck jump from Cosmo!

Ohhhhhh yeah!

Cosmo:  Thank you, mom!
Lexi: (whispered to Cosmo):  I think you're supposed to bow, silly! 






*Some of the words are from the lyrics of Twist and Shout, performed by the Beatles, written by B. Russell and P, Medley.

Monday, November 21, 2016

A favourite new hike, just minutes from home.


I have discovered a new hiking trail, just 15 minutes from home.  It has, apparently, been there for a while, albeit in a different, more difficult form and a lot less accessible.  Stoney Hill Municipal Forest Reserve, as it was known then, was accessible only through private property, or by water to Sansum Point.  After several years of negotiations, a few boundary adjustments, some land title changes, and a summer of building a public access road, the end result was renamed Stoney Hill Regional Park, and opened to the public this fall.  It is, without a doubt, my favourite hike this close to home, and a hot contender for my favourite of all the ones I have done on the island.

The trailhead starts 1.2 km up  Stoney Hill Road - the new road which branches off to the left from Genoa Bay Road just past Bird's Eye Cove Farm.  There is a small well marked parking area and a sign indicating this is the 'temporary trail head' to the regional park.  I have been unable to find out where the more permanent trail head, parking, and staging area is going to be located - if that has even been decided yet.

I first hiked the 3.5 km loop trail with my friend Sally a few weeks ago.  The weather was a mixed bag - a bit of rain, a bit of sun, a bit of cloud, a bit of blue sky - making for some wonderful photography opportunities in the ever-changing light.  It took us about 2.5 hours for the full loop, which included a half hour lunch break at the top. Younger, more fit hikers would likely take only 1 - 1.5 hours.  I repeated the hike last Monday with Pat and the poms in wetter, muddier conditions. Most of these photos are from the first hike (I'm saving some of the  ones with the poms for another blog, because...well....they tell a different story!).  

A short distance along the trailhead, we reached a t-intersection, and based on what I'd read online, we chose to go to the right, the easier route up, and travel the loop counter clockwise.  We traipsed up the duff-covered wide trail at a slow but steady pace.  Though we anticipated the views would be as magnificent as those we have seen from Mt Tzouhalem, the grade on the trail is significantly easier for this unfit hiker.  The trees provide enough cover to give shade in summer and protection from rain in winter, but not so much as to obliterate the sky.

A walk in the forest is never boring, always beautiful as we spot colourful fungi clinging to moss-covered logs, or tiny toadstools poking up from the ground. The one kilometer walk up to the bluffs passed quickly.  And then began the best part of the loop - just over a kilometer of nonstop views of the Salish Sea and Sansum Narrows - views that reveal ferries from Mill Bay to Brentwood Bay, and beyond that, the larger ferries heading to the mainland, or perhaps to Port Angeles.  We could see large cargo ships waiting at the mouth of Cowichan Bay for tide and traffic to be just right.  We saw hills covered with the homes of Arbutus Ridge down in Cobble Hill, and when clouds drifted away, we could see all the way to the San Juan Islands and the mountains of the Olympic Peninsula in Washington State.

A ship waits to enter Cowichan Bay;
the homes of Arbutus Ridge are visible beyond.


More views. On the point below, you can see a home which was
 once accessible only by water or through Bird's Eye Cove Farm property, 

A weak morning sun slips through thinning clouds,
spilling light on the seas and hills.

There are five lookout spots marked on the map, though in reality the water is always visible as we made the trek along the top third of the loop.  The bluffs stretch along the Maple Bay peninsula, across from Salt Spring Island, high above Sansum Narrows.  The waters are a greeny-blue, dotted with pleasure craft and fishing boats.  Eagles soar overhead, and birds twitter in the trees.


Looking across at Salt Spring Island


The views are not the only thing to delight the eyes.  Arbutus trees are everywhere up here - along the bluffs in front of us, and edging the forest at back of us.  The cliff hangers are bare of their leaves now, and of their bark too - they dance naked on the moss covered rockface, their red and yellow flesh reflecting the light through the darker trunks of evergreens and oaks.





The arbutus further back from the ocean winds still have their leaves - and are covered with millions of red berries, a harbinger, perhaps, of a long cold winter.  Among the arbutus are trees heavy with lichen, so heavy one might imagine Christmas has come early and the forest creatures are only waiting for presents to be tucked beneath the boughs.

Arbutus trees heavy with berries

Lichen hangs heavy from an old oak tree
as if fairies have draped it in angel's hair

Everything is thick, thick, thick with moss up here - many kinds of mosses, from fine lacy ones to dense spongy carpets.  Sometimes there are deep crevices visible from the trail - long, long rocky chutes that drop down between boulders, with mossy tree trunks or fallen rocks wedged tight in the gap.

Moss covered cliffs 

And moss covered roots and rocks

Looking down a deep crevice in which
a mossy boulder is stuck
(It was about 25 feet down - I couldn't get a good angle to show the crevice). 

On both recent hikes, we munched our sandwiches from the last viewpoint before the trail becomes narrower and more difficult for the downward third of the loop.  On a dry day, it would still be only a moderate hike - some tricky and steep parts but nothing a good trekking pole and good hiking shoes can't handle.  When Sally and I did it, the ground was muddy in places which complicated things for short legged me with the bum knee, who needed a helping hand from my hiking buddy.  (Because the weather - and even the path up - was so much wetter when Pat and the poms came with me the second time, we opted to turn around at this point and descend the way we came.  I'll take Pat back up on a drier day next spring to do the full loop).

Lunch?  Did someone say LUNCH?

The descending part of the loop took Sally and I through yet another ecosystem - for the first time on the hike, we began to see some underbrush and small amounts of salal and ferns.  It is one of the few hikes we've done where swordferns were not plentiful.  The final hundred feet or so back to the t-intersection where we would head back to the parking lot  was exceptionally muddy - and looked even more so when I went back with Pat two weeks later.

A great easy to moderate hike for late spring through early fall for almost any able-bodied person; a good winter hike for those who don't mind mud.  On the Mondays I went, we saw very few other people - two couples the first time, one couple the next.  But when I drove by on a weekend, the parking lot was full.  Dogs on leash are welcome - I saw off leash ones the first time, though the moss-covered boulders that make up the bluffs are not a place where I'd want my dog wandering off leash - one slip of the moss, and the dog plunges hundreds of meters to the sea.

Mom, is this the cliff Cosmo is always telling me to jump off?


How blessed we are to live on such a beautiful island, and to have access to such beautiful parks!




Friday, November 18, 2016

Life's too short to not do what you love.....

In just a few days, it will be five years since my sister, my best friend, my hero, passed away.  She was five years and two months older than I, which means in two more months I will be the age she was when she suddenly and unexpectedly died.   I am already six years older than my father was when he died.  And rarely a month goes by that I don't hear of a friend, or a friend's friend, or someone in my social network, passing away far too soon.  Never getting to really enjoy their retirement.
You never know when your rails will end

The past year or so, I seem to have drifted further from doing many of the things I love to do - hiking, camping, laughing with good friends, photography, swimming,  cycling, chillin' with my critters, walking by the ocean,  going to concerts and live shows, listening to music, and writing - and I've been doing more and more things that leave me stressed, mentally and physically exhausted, in pain, or just sad.

There's nothing so calming as a good beach and a good dog.


It's time to get back to doing what I love, and in doing so become healthier, happier, calmer, more alive.  In the past couple of months, I have resumed swimming three times a week (I used to swim every day before work, once upon a time) - helpful to my health and to my sense of tranquility. I have resumed hiking once or twice a week, as much as my still-tender torn meniscus will allow. I spent five days - five days! - on the mainland just hanging with and laughing with family and friends, all at a leisurely pace.   I have relegated as much of the work around the house and yard to paid help as my budget will allow.  I'm on the lookout for an inexpensive camper van, and in the spring I may even buy an electric-assist bike if my knee has healed enough for cycling.  And I've set up an appointment with a realtor to talk about some possible housing options I'm considering.

On the road again....
goin' places that I've never been,
Seein' things that I may never see again....
Makin' music with my friends....


Today, I purged my facebook page - "unfollowed" all but one of the groups to which I belonged, and "unfollowed" many of my facebook friends, leaving only face-to-face friends and a very few longtime internet dog friends to show up in my newsfeed.  I can still check in on the others from time to time, and they can see my posts, but my newsfeed will no longer be full of all their memes, shares, likes, politics, stories of atrocities against animals and humans, pictures of people I don't know, etc. I'll see what I want to see, when I want to see it. I'll look at the world of facebook through my rose coloured glasses.

Rose coloured glasses can improve even facebook!


Starting next week, I have reduced my regular volunteering to one afternoon a week, though there may still be special events and emergencies with which I might help (but I'm also pretty good at saying 'no, sorry, can't do that').    I made the decision to distance myself from much of rescue - I will no longer respond to requests to help every Jane, Jack and Martha find the dog of their dreams, only to have them buy one from a puppy miller or importer after I've done hours of work searching legitimate rescues.  Nope.  Not helping. I'm no longer that person.

No, I won't help you find the dog of your dreams,
though I might send you a link on how to tell a good rescue organization\
from a bad one. 

And so, as some of you will be pleased to learn, you will see me return to blogging.  I've missed it. I've lacked the time and energy for creatively sharing my hikes, my critters, my joys.  I start to write and get distracted, or feel guilty for not doing something else, and so the stories stay in my head and the photos stay in my camera.  That's about to end, and you'll find me here at least a couple of times a week - writing, sharing photos, talking about the hikes I've done, telling you of Mitzi's or Allie's latest antics.

Antics?  Does I get up to antics?


Life's too short to not do what you love.  And I'm going back to loving life.