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Orphan squirrel buddy

A new guy came into my life on Thursday. 

Meet Chester.

He was huddled up next to a flower pot near my back door. 

By dark, mom had not come to rescue him. I brought him in, got him warm and hydrated, and promptly fell in love.

Old horse, new tricks

Last month, I was chosen as a finalist in the World Equine Clicker Games. Red Rabbit was not impressed, but I was pretty honored and excited to place among the Top Five Clicker Trainers in the world.

Here's a link to my new "Clicker Training Tips" book ($4.99 on Amazon) and a video from the competition.

Horse Tricks & Tips:

Teach your horse to be a calm and brave

From the "Horse Clicker Training" book:

Clicker training will strengthen your bond with your horse while opening the floodgates for equine learning. 

Using a clicker as a communication tool eliminates pushy and nippy behavior, improves your horse's attitude, socialibility and general horse manners around the barn--and in the saddle. Watch as your horse becomes your vet and  farrier's favorite and begins preferring your company over other horses.

This fun guide simplifies the jargon and science of operant conditioning down to easy-to-follow steps and tips for the ABCs of horse clicker training.

Get started on a conversation--and better relationship--with your horse today.


Kindle version $4.99 at:
http://tinyurl.com/bfjeffk

New blooms

It's been a long year since I posted here: nothing seemed significant after losing Mister Purr on this day last year.  

These winter blooms are on the jade plant my godmother, Bege Clark, gave me when I moved to Texas. 

Six years ago, I flew from Atlanta to Texas in the backseat of a single engine plane, bringing only Mister Purr, one suitcase, and this jade plant. 

Since then, the jade has tripled in size and made several moves with me. But it's never bloomed. This year, it sat on the porch overlooking Purr's garden grave all summer. I brought it in when the weather turned cold. And it bloomed--profusely.

Maybe it's a reminder from Mister Purr (the blooms do remind me of his fuzzy white chin). This plant--which sat by his side all year--is now showing me the potential for blossoming into new life in the dead of winter.

Goodbye, Mister Purr

My beloved companion of 14 years is gone. 

Mister Purr died at dawn, the day after Christmas,

 after a long battle with liver failure and hyperthyroidism. 

He was a kind and gentle soul and I miss his purring, loving presence immensely. 

I will be forever grateful he was in my life and believe I'm a better woman as a result of sharing so much time with him.

Thank you for your many lessons in love, Mister Purr. 

Frozen plant explosion

After the first frost here in Texas, these tiny, nature-created snowmen appeared around several plants in the pasture.

   They seem to be the stems of certain plants growing under the live oaks. Anyone know what they are?  They're very delicate and beautiful, but short-lived, melting away in moments once the sun finds them.

Newborn alpaca baby

A new alpaca baby was born two days ago at Kathy and John's Melody Moon Ranch next door. They've named him Rickenbacker (after the guitar). As you can see here, he's quite adorable--especially at the end when he walks into the sun. 

Curtains for you

Okay, so there's no action here in terms of jumping deer or galloping gazelles, but I wanted to share the simple glory of tree bark in morning light. 

 As seen from my bedroom window, this particular live oak is like a curtain framing each new day.

Reason to wake up early

This handsome buck came along as I was having coffee on the porch this morning. His beauty took my breath away twice: once as he jumped the fence, then again when I saw I'd actually captured his fleeting visit on camera. 

Maybe I should wake up too early more often.

Clicker trained horse playing piano

Thanks to our years of horse clicker training, Red Rabbit has learned to play the piano. Not sure what song this is. He makes it up as he goes along. Maybe we'll enter his concerto in Hannah Dawson's World Clicker Equine Games for horse tricks...

Listen carefully

"Half halt? I remember how to do that!"

My horse, Red Rabbit, listens attentively to the neighbor, USDF Gold medalist Nancy Fair giving a dressage lesson this morning.

He stood alert this until the lesson was over, 

completely mesmerized by the voice from over the hill. 

Maybe he's taking notes.

Trick or treat?

The spider on my porch eaves finds a scorpion in her web. 

I wonder, does she see this as a threat or a treat?

The situation reminds me of the Taoist Farmer story: 

Chance encounters: good thing or bad?

Two nights later, the spider had built a new web, and the scorpion? My guess is he was cut from the web, free to pursue his dastardly ways.

goodbye, sweet summer

At the risk of sounding prematurely nostalgic, 
I want to share a favorite view along my bike route. 

I love the contrast of the sharp stones with the lush lowland pasture beyond. Today, the cloud line seemed a perfect juxtaposition to the gray stone wall. 
This is huge part of why I moved here: long horizontal views of expansive green open spaces--all just a short bike ride away.

I'll miss these stunning sunny days and brilliant green grasses. Yes, it's nice to have a break from the heat, but for me, summer is the sweetest season.

Texas coyote on the run

This handsome coyote went running across the pasture after a scuffle with the two dogs next door this evening. 

It's the first coyote I've seen since I've lived here; he was probably after the jackrabbits in the front pasture. 

I'll be locking the gate at night to keep Mister Purr safe from now on. With all due respect to Charlie and Shreve, bad coyote! Stay away from my poor little cat.

brazen grasshoppers

Fall is in the air, and this morning, it seems young 
grasshopper's fancy turns to acrobatic fence-post mating.

After getting several pictures (the amorous pair seemed oblivious) I spotted 

another grasshopper peeking over from the next post; a voyeur watching the exhibitionists. 

A fine example of the symbiotic nature of Nature.

It's been a glorious summer for the wildlife here...and for me. 

After the rain

After heavy rains, these white flowers pop up everywhere. 

I love how quickly they appear, so eager for life and sun.

Wild Turkey Parade

Almost every day for the past week, this family of wild turkeys parades across the pasture feasting on grasshoppers. And every day, at least two of them wander into the corner between the fence and gate, newly perplexed each time about how to get out and rejoin the others. 

I can't imagine why Ben Franklin thought they were such smart birds. 

You've probably heard of a "flock of pigeons" and "gaggle of geese," but a group of turkeys is called a "rafter." 

Here's a list of collective nouns for birds. 

I particularly like "an ascension of larks" and "a storytelling of crows."

Summer moon

The summer skies have been glorious at dusk lately, 

and I love the way they make my moon mobile swing and glow.

Three months from now, I'll look back on these languorous days that linger into night 

and remember the sounds of cicadas humming in the trees, the breezes over tall grass, 

the redemption of salty, bare-skin sweat. And I'll miss it all terribly. I so love August.

"Summertime, and the livin' is easy...fish are jumpin...and the cotton is high..."

Fix yourself a tall, cool drink, then click here  

and listen to Ella Fitzgerald and Satchmo sing it 

in this lush, languid orchestration.

Telltale poops

This morning, I noticed a plethora of persimmon seeds in some deer droppings along the road and realized there must be a persimmon tree in the area. So today's bike mission was to find it.


My horse loves persimmons, and I was eager to bring some back in my bike pouch for him.


I rode around off-trail, checking every small-leafed tree and at last, found one full of round, purple fruit. And then I started seeing them everywhere––including one growing right by the driveway I've ridden down every day for months.


It's amazing what you can find when you set out with intentional observation--and what you miss every day when you think you know your surroundings.

Dog day afternoon

It hit 100 degrees today.  

I know there are lots of dogs in pens without water or shade, but this is the one I encountered on my Sunday bike ride:

No one was home.  Both buckets in his pen were bone dry. 

There was a hose nearby, but it was sretched far away, set up to water a tree they'd  planted, NOT where it might shade the poor dog, but way out front in their front yard. 

So I dragged the garden hose from the tree to the dog pen and filled a water bucket. 

The dog was incredibly thirsty, yet so grateful, he licked my hand before drinking. 

Then he stood in the water and drank for about 5 minutes, 

stopping only long enough to pant...

...catch his breath and start again. In between, he'd put his nose by the gate, 

politely asking to be let out. Water, freedom, shade. I don't know which he wanted most.

I hope the owners come home and are embarrassed to see that someone else had to 

give their dog water. It just kills me when people have acres of yard yet spend more money in landscaping than it would cost to put up a fence and give their dog a decent life.

My guess is that they were out enjoying the neighborhood pool 

while their dog sat roasting in the 100-degree August sun.