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Hounded

— by Susan Eirich, PhD — When I got out of the plane returning the States after living in a village high in the Himalayas on the border of Tibet, the first thing...

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As I called home from my travels, someone (who shall remain nameless) asked if I missed any animal in particular. Quelle Horreur! (French for what a horror). How could I? That would mean that I had favorites! I can't have favorites! (To see all the animals click here.) When asked, as people often do, which animal is my favorite, my standard and true answer is, "Whichever one I am with." Firstly what would coyotes Faerytale and Shaman say if I said Pimpernel was my favorite?  Or Huckleberry Bear Bear and Bramble and Ramble and and Humble Bumble Bear if I said Teton Totem? Or Foxie Moxie if I said Sage or Lightfoot or Sprite the foxes? Or any of them if I chose another species from theirs?...

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2017-02-07 07.40.30

Tonight I drove home in blizzard conditions turning into complete whiteout. I had to stop right in the road because I couldn't see where I was going. Moving meant going into a ditch on the right or possible oncoming traffic on the left. There is nothing you can do if you can't see. When there was a moment's let up I found myself on the wrong side of the road. It is easy to believe the incidents you hear of someone becoming disoriented even walking a few feet away from the car and getting lost.  Crawling a few feet at a time as I caught a glimpse of the road I made it to my 1/8 mile long driveway with its hills and curves. The wind was whipping across an open meadow causing sizable...

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Many of you wanted to know the outcome for poor Orange. Here is a blow by blow ( or peck by scratch) description: Day 1- We brought Orange out of Adrianna’s enclosure the next day into the “open air pavilion,” as a neutral meeting ground. It is a fenced-in area next to the barn, the ground covered with hay. Her flock loves to hang out there when they are too disgusted with the snow.* We locked them into the inner barn, and opened the adjoining door to Twisty’s flock. Stunned silence. No action. They had never been in the pavilion (they have their own run). They didn’t come out – and Orange didn’t go in. There was studied indifference on both sides though we caught a few...

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You could understand having problems with bears or wolves, but in fact the chickens cause big problems too. After two years of absolute harmony as a flock, being raised together as chicks, sleeping together, racing around the property chasing bugs under the watchful eye of the rooster Grouse the Third, I suddenly heard a great squawking two days ago. I rushed out to find two hens fighting with intense energy. As I watched a third joined in, with a fourth showing interest. FIGHT!  Outnumbered three against one Orange crawled under a shelf into a corner and crouched down, passively awaiting her fate. The other hens pecked away. Why? Why after years of peaceful cohabitation? It is early...

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