Family Affair

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The wood still needs to be cut and split and we had some help on Sunday.  Daughter Amanda, her boyfriend Yusuf and sister Sue all were all there.  I can’t tell you how much you can get done with helping hands.  The saying “many hands make light work” really rang true.

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Each person had their own job, depending upon their skill level with pieces of equipment.  Well, everyone can use the splitter but not everyone can wield a chainsaw (that’s the piece of equipment I stay away from).

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Chester just likes to be in the thick of things.  He’s not afraid of the noise of the equipment or tractor (although he stays away from the chainsaw as well).  The splitter is a real godsend to people our age or anyone for that matter.  The pieces of wood that were dispatched were large, some 25 to 30 inches across.  If they weren’t full of knots they were spit with ease.

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The wood we split Sunday was ash and cherry.  I love splitting ash, it’s beautiful and splits easily.  Cherry on the other hand . . .

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By the time we were done we had a wall of wood over 25 feet long and 5 feet high.  All in all a great days work.

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Of course this was happening all day with anyone that was near him.   Chester had a good day too.

 

Water Dog

130727 Water DogI knew Chester had water dog potential when I saw his huge, webbed feet.  He had a bit of a rough start but everyone has to start somewhere.

I’ve been taking him to Percy’s Point on Pelham Lake once a week to fetch his tennis ball in the water there.  It’s a great spot, no distractions.  It slopes gently into the lake and it’s easy for him to return with his ball.  This is a game he has truly learned to love.

This past weekend we took the next step and brought him boating with us.  We found one of our favorite beaches in a cove on Harriman Reservoir, getting there early enough to secure it.

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The only other thing we needed was a tennis ball.  If Chester has a ball there is nothing that will distract him from the game, other dogs, kids, nothing.

We had him fetch for a good hour and a half which he did joyfully.  His swimming has improved tremendously and he will fetch a ball thrown quite a ways without hesitation.  It’s just what you want in a water dog – of course if we brought the other dogs they would have shown him the ropes.

Buddy and Sophie at the lake

A Rough Couple of Days

130726 Chester SleepingIt’s difficult for a dog that wants to be a mean, protective guard dog to be afraid of everything.  That’s my theory on Chester’s exhaustion this morning (other than the fact that he’s lazy).  We went to Rowe on Wednesday afternoon and the first disconcerting thing to happen was a neighbor and her daughters walked their two horses by the house on the road.  Chester lost his mind (from afar).  All of the hair was standing up on his back, he barked his scariest howling bark (which we now recognize as his I’m really scared bark).  They finally disappeared down the road (well, they were out of his sight because he wouldn’t go close enough to the road to see where they went).  Whew!  Into the house he went, didn’t go out again.

Thursday morning at around 5:00 I heard a bear coming up through the woods – I’m assuming it was a female talking to her cub(s).  Chester was on the end of the bed – all perked up, hair standing on end.  He never made a sound, just listened.  The bear came across the road and through the side yard under my window talking the whole time.  Finally she went over the bank into the back forty.  I stayed in bed for another hour or so then got up, got my coffee and went outside with the dogs.  Chester, hair standing on end, ran crazily towards the back forty on what I’m assuming was the bear trail.  He was doing his best sniffing but you could tell just by his stance that he was a little freaked out.  He immediately came into the house when I did.

I have to tell you that having a dog that weighs over 50 pounds may deceive you into thinking that they will protect you.  For my money the Schnauzers are much better protection.  They weigh much less and are not afraid of anything.  In fact I really have to be very aware of what they see as a threat because they think they are much bigger than they are.  Sophie thought nothing of attacking Chester when we first got him, Chester on the other hand is afraid of cats – won’t come within 100 feet of one. I like to think this speaks to his intelligence but others just think he’s chicken.

Dogs in Cars

130718 Chester in the RearviewChester never knows where he’s going but he always knows where he’s been.

 

Chester’s First Swim

We brought Chester up to the lake yesterday for a swim.  He’d never been swimming before but we knew he would chase a tennis ball anywhere.  It was a little windy so the sound isn’t that great on the video but this clip pretty much says it all.

After retrieving the ball a few times he became a much more calm swimmer, started swimming without all of the splashing.

The most difficult part of the day was getting him to leave.

 

A Day in the Life

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This is how Chester spends his days at the shop.  It doesn’t matter how hot it is he will lay in front of the door with his tennis ball (it’s behind him) and wait for any willing person to throw it for him.  He’s our good will embassador and loves inducting new members into his fan club.  I swear he knows that if they like him the next time they will bring him a treat, which they usually do.  This week I had to take him home a couple of days because I thought he would die of heat stroke.  Dogs don’t seem to understand the concept of hydration during a heat wave.  Once there he spends his afternoons on the sofa in air-conditioned comfort.  What a life.

Hitting the Road

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I’m in Rowe trying to pull some last minute things together, mainly getting all of the canines here for their fun-filled weekend with a dog sitter.  Not just any dog sitter mind you but Nadia, Chester’s first mom. He may look sceptical in the photo but once he sees her he will only have eyes for her.

We will be heading out to the Finger Lakes region of New York – Keuka Lake to be exact.  One of our nieces is graduating from high school and Bill promised we would go (a very long time ago).  We will be spending a long weekend with his side of the family in one of the most beautiful places I know.

This is a 6 hour journey through New York state on the thruway. Once we get off of the highway in Geneva we begin to get into some serious farm country.  As we get closer to Penn Yan there are big beautiful farms owned by Mennonites. The farms are large and tidy.  I will keep my eyes open for the tell tale clothing on the lines, shirts and dresses in vivid solid hues. If I’m lucky I will see a  horse and buggy on the road (or bicycle) going in or out of Penn Yan.

Once through Penn Yan we cross over the northern part of Keuka Lake into Branchport. This is the area where you see vineyards.  I think I will be spending some time this weekend with a few glasses of the local wine and maybe get a case for home.

Fruit

130615 BlueberriesThe rain has stopped – for now.  In doing my morning walk about I noticed how well the fruit on the property was doing.  The blueberry bushes are loaded this year, last year I didn’t get a single berry.  It warmed up to abnormal temperatures in February 1012.  A week or more of 70’s and 80’s fooled every early flowering plant, tree and shrub into thinking spring had arrived early.  The temperature then dropped to below freezing (where it should be that time of year) and froze every blossom on the fruiting trees and shrubs.  It also completely messed up our sugaring season.  In 2011 we made well over 100 gallons of maple syrup, in 2012 maybe 30. Our pear tree had 3 pears, the deer ate two and my sister picked the last one.

Losing your entire fruit crop is distressing in many ways.  You’ve already made plans for what you are going to put up based on previous years and suddenly you realize there will not be any fruit of any kind.  This year the pear tree is loaded once again and I’m making plans for what to do with the hundreds that will be available (barring any extreme weather event from now until frost).  I often wonder about people who plant 5 or 6 of a kind of fruit tree.  This one tree, in a good year, produces enough for a few families to eat fresh and preserve. I find that at times it has really stressed me out because I feel like I’m wasting good food by not putting more up but honestly you can only do so much.  The deer eat the drops and the ones hanging from the lower branches. I try to give them away.

I have to say that one of the favorite games for the dogs involves that pear tree.  When the fruit starts to drop onto the ground we go down to the tree and I toss the pears as far as I can in rapid succession in different directions.  Buddy will chase a couple, then settle down to eat one.  Sophie will run after one, tag it and run back.  Chester will fetch them all day long, every so often taking a bite out of it but always bringing it back and dropping it at my feet.  The only problem is he likes the game so much that he continually goes out in the field and brings pears up to the driveway and the lawn.  A lot of fun when you’re mowing the grass.

130615 PearFruit is always a long term endeavor.  I planted a row of raspberry plants that Carmen had given me last year.  I got a couple of berries in July (I probably would have picked more but caught Chester picking them, apparently he finds them tasty as well).  This year the patch is twice as large – raspberries propagate readily sending shoots up all over the place once the plants get going.  I will probably have enough berries for a couple of pies and maybe a small batch of jam.  I transplanted more canes this spring doubling the number I had.  I’m looking forward to a crop large enough to put up for the winter.  Now that I can see the potential for this patch of fruit I’m happy that I did it.

Growing these types of long term crops can be a difficult decision to make.  You always have to create a new bed for them and put it in a place that you know will be dedicated to that fruit.  Trees are the same way and even longer term considering how slowly they grow and the years it can take before they bear fruit.  Once that tree is planted it has to stay there, that’s a commitment.  I planted a bed of asparagus this year at the end of my vegetable garden knowing full well that it will effect how I till for years to come.  I will not be able to eat anything from this bed for another two years but once it’s going I could potentially have a healthy asparagus crop for another thirty.  I’ll take that and leave it to my kids.

 

 

How Chester Spends His Days

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We have a small brook that runs the perimeter of part of the field in the back forty.  It’s been raining buckets the past week so the brook is running well through the weeds.  This is truly one of Chester’s favorite spots.  He walks the entire length of it – in the water.  There’s a small pond on one end and a culvert that goes under a dirt road on the other.  He doesn’t like the heat much so this is where you can find him on any warm sunny day.  He’ll happily play fetch if you are willing, and will play with the girlfriend next door but it’s always interspersed with a walk in the brook.  He must be part lab.

 

Another Photobomb

130519 Photobomb 2Chester spent the entire time getting into my photographs on Sunday – I kid you not.  It was raining and he was just thrilled that someone was outside to follow around.  This is one of the side gardens at the house.  In the background is the stump of a large pine tree that came down a few years ago.  Changed the whole makeup of that garden, what was once completely shaded came into the sun.  Right now it’s full of weeds.  That’s on the list for this week, fortunately it’s fairly well established and I can get it done in a couple of hours.  I’m thinking this may be a good spot for the gas plant.

I had to leave Chester at work yesterday with Bill.  On the way home I thought “I hope he remembers he’s there”.  Sure enough Bill drove in the yard and walked into the house without Chester.  He’d turned off the lights and locked up the shop with Chester sleeping in his crate.  Bill turned around and went back to get him, he said he was calm and cool, like nothing had happened.  Guess we’ve turned a corner on the separation anxiety thing.