Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Sun running dog


Of course have another Gromit photo - this was taken a week or so ago when we had an actual sunny evening. Lately it's been quite a bit more gray - still nice walking on the beach, but not as good in photos.
Cooler weather, though, is good for the fish, so I don't complain (much...). We've released the coho and steelhead smolts for the year and are currently doing "otter decoy" for the chinook - which means we are moving coho fry (of which we have plenty) into outside raceways next to chinook fry (of which we don't have enough) so that hopefully when the hairball otters come to dine they'll eat the relatively expendable coho and leave our precious few chinook alone. A bit brutal if you're a coho, but such is life in the wilderness....

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Wild Socks


The other day Bernadette went to work wearing some of her hand knitted socks, deliberately not matching and brightly colored.

It is Asparagus time in Yakima. As has become our tradition we turned about 60 pounds of Asparagus into pickles today, Mother Day.
It looked like a good crop this year.

Firebug Mom


Mom spent her Saturday before Mother's Day helping Tim burn his over-winter brush pile.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

big ears help you fly higher


OK, so the next challenge was seeing if I could add a photo. It should be no surprise that Gromit is the subject....

Wild West Chicken Report

OK, Now that I have apparently figured out how to contribute my two cents worth to this blog I have to come up with something to say.... hope you're not waiting for anything profound...

My biggest recent news is that my new chickens have started to lay - FINALLY - one is laying light brown eggs and the other is laying pale green eggs. What fun. For those of you who haven't been in the chicken loop, I inherited a couple of who-knows-how-old hens from the previous management out here at the hatchery and this spring was thinking that I needed to be pro-active about having a few more young hens around when these started kicking the bucket. So I talked Teresa into raising a half dozen chicks for me, but before I could merge them with my flock (Teresa still has custody....), one of my old hens passed on to the big coop in the sky. One hen alone is not a happy camper, so I called up a local farmer I had met and asked if he could spare me a hen. Joe has a really ramshackle place, deep in mud still from the winter floods, but kindly gave me two brown banty hens, and when I dropped off some cookies later as a thank-you, he passed on another black and white hen that had feathered feet and was not doing well in all the mud. So these hens have been here for more than a month now and have calmed down and settled their pecking order - and in the process acquired names - and are finally laying. Atilla-the-hen is the original big barred rock, taking advantage of her greater size to get her way, Velociraptor is #2, Lace (the agorophobic one) and Phyllis (as in Diller - the one with the feathered feet) are the lower ranking hens.

Anyway, with this unplanned new flock and the eventual addition of the chicks Teresa has, I got to thinking I needed a bigger coop, so when an old friend from College days showed up for a weekend visit I put him to work helping out with the expansion. A bit cobbled together but a good coat of paint should improve the looks and of course the chickens have been underfoot checking it all out already. I need to get a couple pieces of plywood cut to size and move the door from the inside wall to the outside wall (this statement makes sense if you're standing there looking at it...), and then we're good to go.

Other news: I'm covering the hatchery chores this weekend for one of my crew who is still recovering from appendicitis, so I had yesterday off. Paul and I went across to Victoria on the ferry and checked out the new display ("Treasures from the British Museum") in the BC Museum - worth going to see - and then walked down to Chinatown to eat ourselves silly on Dim Sum. Managed to avoid the rain somehow - long day, but fun (not to mention tasty).

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Pony Up

All right all you regular Whale Tales readers; with the Editor and Chief Reporter out on the road, it is time for you to contribute to the Blog for this week. So drop everyone a line by contributing.