Flying Squirrel

Cedar discovered a flying squirrel this morning rustling in a bag in his room! It must have been brought in by a cat last night. Seems uninjured and eating. We do not see too many of these since they are nocturnal. We do not feed these to the snake.

THE 2008 WALNUT CROP

This year we got a single walnut on the Carpathian walnut trees.
Probably too cool and wet for nuts in SE Alaska. At least it is not
nothing and always better than the neighbors. When global warming
hits this place, we should be all set!

WET FALL FOGGY DAY

There was a lull in the rain and the fog settled into the trees. The
summer was so wet it has left everything so green. This is a shot of
the front yard from the bedroom window.

Paddock Hay Harvest

For the first time we actually harvested some hay off the old
paddock. Now that the horses are gone, we can let the grass grow and
after 2 seasons harvest a good cutting in the fall after two cuts in
the summer. We will just have to see if there is enough annual
compost production to give us an ample supply of new topsoil to
develop the gardens.

Saskatoons

Saskatoons did well this year.

One day on a helicopter for a glacier tour, we flew over the Williwaws and I managed to take a good shot of our point. One can see the main house, studios, gardens and dock. The lodge and bungalow are still in the trees.

WILLIWAW - THE HORSE

Our trusty Morgan Williwaw in the afternoon sun. Conceived in Juneau
for the Speckings, born in Hope Alaska and given to Kriss in thanks.
He started out with us a full stallion, served as our only transport
on and off the the property for the first 4 years when there was only
a trail to house, covered most of the mares at the Echo Ranch Bible
camp before being gelded in 1988, and pulled many a log from the
woods. He worked in a Washington state riding school while we were in
Saudi Arabia and Russia and returned to Juneau in 1998 in the aluminim
3 horse trailer with all the final goodies from Moscow. He was our
constant companion and friend on the property and founded the riding
school there carrying many a young rider. The perfect horse,
except he hated other horses and savaged them brutally if given the
chance. He was sent away abruptly in 2006, to warmer climes. I cried
and still do.