Skunked.

Once again we are having chicken predator problems.  We lost 2 over the weekend.  Most likely something small (mink, etc) given it got past the electric wire, into the coop, killed two and ate some of one.  Leaving no prints.  This is a pretty common occurrence really. So you build new fences, tighten things up, add electric, use cameras, and set traps with the carcass that remain.  

The first night I caught nothing.   Last night I caught a skunk.  Now, given it didn't smell like skunk near the coop the prior day, and believing that there were no skunk sized holes i didn't figure this was the culprit.  I decided to let the skunk go, he was just in the wrong spot at the wrong time, and doing what he normally does as a meta-predator.  Skunks are good at cleaning up rotten stuff, even though they can cause trouble they are mostly beneficial.

But how to remove the little dude from the trap?  I got a line attached to the trap door so I could pull it open, and can manipulate the catches with bamboo sticks, but he is still pretty upset and staring at me doing a ground pounding little stomp, so I'm a bit concerned.  I think he needs to be covered with a tarp to calm down.

I went to the barn and retrieved a chunk of old ground cover plastic. Perfect...black, it should make a little cave over the trap and the guy can get out of there once the door is open.  As I'm about the toss the cover over the cage, he turns his backside toward me and I'm screwed.

You know these scenes in science fiction movies where the character dodges bullets and what not.  Think "The Matrix".  I swear I did that. I leapt away from that guy in full horizontal, only to see in very slow motion a glop of yellow waxy sticky stuff settle on the bottom of my glasses. Followed by a wad on my lip.  Dudes name is now "MutherF**cker".  Little droplets of more liquid stuff speckle my jacket.  I'm trying to deactivate my taste buds but the gunk is creeping through, as i head for the creek, fortunately flowing well, and stuff my head in it. 

Kind of relieved from the head washing i head back over put the tarp on the cage with the bamboo sticks. Get the door open and he swaggers off. I flip him the bird, he flips one back at me.  Then it's off to the shower with the big bottle of Technu. 

Monkey Puzzle First Blooming

The Monkey Puzzle tree bloomed this year.  First time since we've been here.  A total of 4 flowers have bloomed.  It looks to be a female tree.  Apparently these trees naturalize pretty well in Oregon especially in the coast range, but they are highly threatened in their native habitat of Chile.  Maybe I can find a male tree to pollinate this one....

Another Birthday

January 13, 2020

Yesterday I completed my 50^th lap around the sun.  Most likely half the total laps have been completed, or more.  That doesn’t bother me too much, I’ve always realized we are a finite.  A little troubling is the perception of speed at which the past 10 years went by.  We have owned this place since Feb 2009.  I passed my 40^th in this house, and now like a blink my 50^th has passed. Snap. Just like that.

I have been asking myself…is this all there is?  While I like putting in the garden every year, and usually the outcome is pretty good, I was telling a friend who also gardens, it starts to feel very repetitive. Hours to days to months to years all start blurring. Some of the perception might be due to lack of note taking. Thus, renewing this blog (and keeping more notebooks), but I also think that our perception of time likely changes with age.  

The house remodel/repair looks to have a tiny little light at the end of the tunnel, so the focus can shift soon to other things. But shift to what?  I’m wondering if I’m making the right impact on the world, and how to evaluate that and change what needs to be changed. I thought for a long time I would persist in the biology/conservation world.  But I choose to divert from that by my own volition and the request of others. I see the natural world burning up (literally and figuratively) and wonder if I can do more, but struggle with what that might be.

I’ve been reading some other works about time.  I’m realizing that the only thing we possess that is priceless is our time.  We trade that time for other stuff.  We trade it for experiences, love, companionship, stories, skills, joy, adventure, security, trinkets, money...and lots of other items of greater or lesser value.  Some of these trades are good ones, others are very backward equations.  So, part of the reflection that happens with age is about these trades.  I think most of my trades have been ok, especially when I think about the most positive ones.  But the perception of fleeting time that comes with these milestone markers makes it feel as if those trades need to be very high quality from this point on.

Now that we’ve moved past the black balloons, old person jokes and cake.  What should the next 50 years look like?  Immediately perhaps renewing my first aid and CPR certification just to be safe. Then focus on new skills.  More sailing, Celestial navigation, plotting and charting.  Actually learning the fretboard.  Getting my yoga practice back on track.  More breakfasts with friends as early as possible with eye contact, stories and too much caffeine. Expanding the mind, brain and soul into genuinely new experiences.  More letter writing and less “social media” Finding efficiencies to the work around here but remembering it will always be waiting until after the hike.  There is so much more and so much time.