Short days, light frosts, cold rain, and strong winds brought big changes this week.
The view from the kitchen window changed dramatically from last week, more color and more open.
Even the water seems different, more a steely gray than the usual murky brown.
Maples across the river are mellow yellow.
Arrowwood virburnum is tinged with pink.
A bit of audio for my goose-loving friends...
(Perhaps they'll land next time.)
It was a good weekend for pancakes. Juneberries have been in the freezer for months and it was time to try them.
They're every bit as good as blueberries, just different.
Juneberries in October!
We're a 2-dog house once again. Meet Capo. He was on death row at a shelter till a private no-kill organization rescued him. He's smart, goofy, funny, and handsome. We love him already.
There was no reason for someone not to adopt him; there are just too many dogs, not enough homes... and not nearly enough spaying and neutering going on. 
He quickly made himself at home,
and wore poor Hazel out.
Capo's been getting all the attention this week, so we took Hazel to the Woods for some quality time.
All was gold there, too.
Bald-faced Hornet nest, a remarkable structure (this one a little smaller than a soccer ball) made of wood pulp and wasp spit. We often see these in treetops, but this was the first we'd seen on the main trunk of a small tree.
I scored a handful of Wild Leek seeds (smaller than BB's and just as hard), brought them home, and scattered them in the wildflower bed in the front yard.
Cut-Leaved Grape Fern, Botrychium dissectum
Shagbark Hickory, Carya ovata
With gold, gold everywhere, it was nice to see the red of a maple leaf.
Hazel romped, ran, jumped, and frolicked, and was exhausted by the end of our walk.
10 comments:
I love these Bankside visits. Thank you for posting them! OUr geese are long gone.
How precious of you to rescue a dog.
Out 3 cats are rescues. You are a grand humanitarian. Wonderful posts.
I keep getting lost in that first photo. I'm in a canoe, not even paddling, just drifting, and I hear leaves falling like rain, the soft trickle of water, vireos and warblers singing in the branches as mockingbirds and phoebes flit about, perhaps even a bobcat or coyote running along the bank ahead of me... Beautiful images!
I'm so moved by the dog rescue. You're definitely of the same mind I am. What a gorgeous canine he is. But it's that photo of Hazel worn out on the couch that really tickles me. Been there and done that with 'the latest rescue' causing the resident herd to feel wiped out. Thank you for taking on another one who was otherwise left to undesirable ends. I wish more would do the same...
The audio is much appreciated by this goose-loving friend :) The autumn colors are marvelous! Must be so nice for the dogs to have a wood to run around in, and to have a couch to recuperate on!
Jenn, thank you so much! When it comes to our pups, we’re the lucky ones.
Jason, I’m happy you were able to take a virtual paddle on the river. I hope to canoe before it gets too cold, and get some pictures at water level.
Capo’s been getting all the glory lately and Hazel is pleased that she tickled you.
Jenny, I’m glad you enjoyed the honking! I do feel a little sad for city dogs; ours love the sensation of wind in their ears as they run.
I love your perspective of the Shagbark Hickory, Jain. The tree's interesting all the time, of course--your image just makes it even more so.
I, too, like visiting with you on your creek.
Thank you, Scott! It was fun to shoot the hick, I'd like to try in different lighting situations.
I am so thrilled that you saved Hazel!! He looks like a strong, fun, and happy dog. You will only be rewarded...and are rewarded with such a great dog.
Lisa, we're thrilled, too!
Great post Jain...lovely river view, pancakes, and Hazel! Was the Bald-faced Hornet nest close to your house? We had one high up in an oak tree about 10 years ago but haven't seen any since. I love Shagbark Hickory trees...you captured the look well.
Good evening, Wanda! The hornets' nest was at our woods, about 3 miles from the house. We did find one here years ago, hanging over the river; had to wait for a hard freeze, then canoed to retrieve it. It was larger than a basketball and still hangs in our tool shed. They last forever if kept out of the elements and are quite a work of art.
There's nothing quite like a shaggy hickory, is there? :o)
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