quest prep, mxix-ix-x

ranch notes, mmxix-ix-ix

that's Dexter with Cora in the first one

mule notes, mmxix-ix-vi

The ranch was crowded this morning and there's nothing left to graze upon up top so I walked Cora down to the only green grass left, in the low spot where the wet-weather stream goes under the driveway. It's like a whole other ecosystem down there - baby frogs and lizards, along with a bunch red wasps and grasshoppers and other insects. Cora liked the grass but not the location; being in a bowl-shaped depression probably had her feeling a little trapped. She would raise her head and look around after nearly every bite. We stuck it out for 15 or 20 minutes and then we moved up to the lawn above the streambank - nothing green to eat up there, but she was able to relax, so an even trade.

ranch notes, mmxix-ix-v

modernscience tells us our equine companions are not vengeful or spiteful or plotting our demise but you'll never convince me they got no mischief

mule notes, mmxix-ix-iv

yeah we're not going anywhere now

have to be careful about banging my helmet against the roof - makes her nervous

ranch notes, mmxix-ix-iii

Cora says hi.

I think this is all of 'em. Flowers, I mean. This is it.

ranch notes, mmxix-ix-i

that don't look right

family notes, 2019-08-30

56!

I walked with Ondine every single day of my 56th trip around the sun,

and missed only two days with Cú (fireworks, argh).

(Bren walks Pan these days.)

Same goal for next year: no missed walks.

ranch notes, mmxix-viii-xxvii

faerie fire

mule notes, mmxix-viii-xv

Cora Mysterymolly

trail notes, mmxix-viii-ii

caught a little hidden critter