Gilbert the Good – an early walk

 

Gilbert the Good – an early walk

It’s getting hotter and hotter and hotter, so we have been going out in the middle of the night for our walks. It’s not really the middle of the night, but it’s so much earlier than we usually go out that it might as well be.

It’s nice, though, and we have been meeting *lots of other dogs* to chat to and play with. Barry has not been throwing the balls for us very much – we have one each – because he doesn’t want us to overheat. He tried not letting us have the balls at all, but we danced around him and asked so politely that he gave in.

He throws each of our balls once and we retrieve them and then carry them for the rest of the walk. This morning was glorious in the fresh forest air. The birds were singing their little hearts out and it felt good to be alive. We did get quite hot, even though it was really early, so we dived into one of the ponds. The water level is going down a little, which makes the mud more accessible, so we covered ourselves in it. It’s an excellent way to keep cool. Our thick coats carry gallons of water, and we’re still quite damp several hours later. The mud doesn’t show much on Roxy, as she’s chocolate-coloured, but I look more khaki than yellow. It doesn’t matter as I shall soon be my normal colour again. (Janice just muttered that the chair covers would be changing colour again.)

We don’t have breakfast before we go out early. It’s something to do with not exercising after eating. That sounded daft to me, but Janice explained that it didn’t mean we wouldn’t eat at all, just that we would wait until after our walk. She also said that we wouldn’t be able to eat immediately after our walk either. That was because of the dangers of developing gastric torsion, properly known as Gastric dilatation volvulus (GDV) 

It’s something that affects deep-chested dogs like Wolfhounds, Irish Setters, Dalmatians, Labradors and so on, though strangely Greyhounds and Whippets seem to be exempt. It can be fatal. Having had three dogs affected by it, all Dalmatians – luckily, they survived! - she and Barry are only too aware of the dangers and do everything to avoid it happening again. That’s what she said, though mostly I heard ‘no breakfast’ and ‘after’ and ‘later.’

It sounded quite reasonable – after all, she’s not cruel - and we were happy to have our collars put on and leave the house.

                                

     

Yesterday was the same rigmarole. We enjoyed our walk and were happy to reach home and flop out on the floor. As the morning wore on, however, I realised something had gone wrong with the routine. Roxy knew it, too. We gazed at the humans, trying to communicate with them, but they’re remarkably dense sometimes, and just grinned stupidly at us and told us what good dogs we were. Well, we know that! They tell us a dozen times a day.

I was busting a gut, putting all the pathos I could manage into my soulful brown eyes, and suddenly the penny dropped. Janice gasped and said, ‘They haven’t had their breakfast.’

There followed a discussion about whether that was true, and then that perhaps we’d had it and the humans had forgotten. ‘Had the cats been fed?’ they asked each other. Well, that was a silly question – the cats would never allow a mealtime to pass by without comment or complaint, but we dogs are polite and undemanding.

I widened my eyes further and pricked my ears as far as they would prick, and Roxy played her part, and finally, FINALLY, we were given our breakfast. We are very forgiving dogs, and didn’t give our humans the cold shoulder, whatever that means. In fact, I curled up next to Janice as usual. I’m sure she appreciates the extra heat I provide.

All was well this morning, and we didn’t have to wait hours and hours and hours to be fed. It’s a dog’s life, all right, but a pretty comfortable one in this house.

 

TTFN

Gilbert

* lots of other dogs* They often don’t meet any other dogs or people at all, so just two or three seems like ‘lots.’

 

Wrong directions?

   

                                

                            Why is there a bus in the forest?

                     Did TomTom give inaccurate directions?

 ‘Take the next turning on the right’ can often lead the unwary into a dead end or a field gate or even the driveway to someone’s house.

We’ll never know why the bus was there. It was a strange sight.

 Leaving?  The car looks rather like a taxi and there's another vehicle beyond the bus which could be a Forest Ranger's four-wheel drive.

Walking in the woods

 

Walking in the woods

 Crow preparing to pick up treat from the water

Many of the pleasures of walking in the forest or the woods are the sounds. There are the birds. The raucous cranking of the crows accompanies many a dog walker, who follow in the expectation of receiving a treat. Wood larks spiral into the air, their song diminishing as they rise higher. Great tits and blue tits tseep at each other from branch to branch. 

Red kite, scavenger more than predator

Maybe a red kite will be spotted, its high eery whistle echoing across the sky. 

Mallards quack in alarm before taking off from the water.

The wind soughs through the tall trees, and rattles the dry grasses at the water’s edge.

The tin whistle man was very private and we never managed to take a photograph of him playing his whistle.

Years ago, we would occasionally come across the tin whistle man. We would hear his music before we saw him. He would stride along the rough paths, playing his tunes. We wondered why he came outdoors to play. Had his wife banished him from the house? Was he summoning up nymphs and sylvans? Did he simply enjoy playing his tin whistle in the open air, the notes free to escape into the wild?

We have not seen him for a few years now and suspect his spirit has moved on. We thought it always a privilege to see and hear him.

Where is the Giant's pencil case?

The Giant was striding home from Giant School and stopped to draw a sketch of the changes in the forest. As he opened his knapsack he realised he had lost his brand new pencil case. 

His mother would scold him, he was sure. In panic he retraced his steps, desperate to find it, and dropped his freshly sharpened pencils on the ground.

Poor Giant! I hope he found it and remembered to pick up his pencils.

Today’s Flowers #97 – foxgloves in the forest

A field of foxgloves (Digitalis purpurea) in the forest. The predominant colour is purple, as the Latin name suggests - or is it magenta? - but there are white and pink flowers too. This enclosure is close to the road, separated by the trees in the background. Last year this ground was covered in mature trees but they were harvested and the ground turned over and replanted with saplings. At present the bracken and the foxgloves conceal the little trees and the deer undoubtedly nibble at them too. We believe this area is fenced in order to stop travellers pulling off the road in convoys of caravans and trailers and setting up camp for weeks or months.The forest workers - not the rangers - would have us believe it's to stop rabbits! We've never seen rabbits in this part of the forest!!

The flower spikes ripen from the bottom up.There may be 20 to 80 flowers on a single stem.

Those bells invite visitors to enter - and they do, in numbers!

Cropped from the above photograph

This beautiful plant is extremely toxic but gives the drug digitalis, extracted from the leaves of the second year's growth,  which, in small doses, is used in the treatment of heart disease. Its medicinal use was discovered in 1785 by William Withering, though how it worked, by stimulating the heart, was not then understood.

The name is a pretty one for such a splendid plant. Some fancifully believed it was a corruption of 'folks' gloves' the folks being fairy folk. In some parts of Britain it is called 'fairy bells'. In Welsh the foxglove is called 'menig ellyllon' (elves' gloves) or 'menig y llwynog'  (the fox's gloves). The Irish call it 'fairy thimble'.

Another belief was that the bells made suitable gloves for foxes with fox as a corruption of 'folks'.

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Today’s Flowers #94 Scots Pine

Who leaves the pine-tree, leaves his friend,

Unnerves his strength, invites his end.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 1882)

(I pinched this quotation from Brian Johnston's site, linked below, because I liked it!)

Scots pine (Pinus sylvestris)

We saw these cones as we finished our walk the other afternoon and I asked Barry to photograph them. I thought they were developing cones.

In fact, when I started researching, I discovered (on Brian Johnston's most informative site)that these are male pollen-producing cones. I shall be looking for females next time we go past some Scots pines!

There's such a lot still to learn!

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ABC Wednesday Round 6 F is for Ferns and Fiddleheads

Much of the Forest is covered in large, sharp-edged Ferns known as bracken. At this time of year, February, last year's plants lie brown and dry (or would be if it would only stop precipitating) while under the soil new growth is awakening. Bracken Fern is one of the oldest known Ferns with Fossilised remains pointing to its existence over 55 million years ago. It has a widely spreading rootstock from its rhizomes, maybe as much as one metre underground between individuals, from which large triangular Fronds emerge. When they first appear they are tightly-curled and known as 'Fiddleheads', resembling the Fiddlehead (scroll) of a violin. Bracken Fiddleheads are used in Oriental cookery, cooked Fresh, salted or pickled, or sun-dried. Rhizomes and fronds have been used to make beer, and starch from the rhizomes has been used as a substitute for arrowroot or as Flour to make bread.

By late Summer the plants can be as tall as 8' (2.5m) Though not impenetrable they can present a Formidable barrier, particularly when wet. Dogs and deer, Foxes, badgers and smaller mammals have little difficulty but humans are sometimes deterred by them (well, this human is . . . )

Ferns have neither Flowers nor Fruits and reproduce by means of spores on the undersides of the leaves. Bracken spores are linear rather than the more common circular Form of other Ferns.
Bracken is toxic to cattle, horses, pigs and small rodents, though usually they will eat it only when there is nothing else available. It also allows little else to grow because of the chemicals it produces, though bluebells, wood anemones and mosses are unaffected.

The Fiddle, or violin, has several Fs. The scroll is often called the Fiddlehead, there is a Fingerboard made from ebony, two F holes and often Four Fine-tuners.

 

Finally, in February, I expect to Find Frogs in the garden pond. Thus Far, there are none! I suspect they are sensibly still hibernating in the deep mud. The Fish are becoming more active though many of the Sticklebacks didn't survive the cold spell. Perhaps this year the Frogspawn will be more successful!

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Today's Flowers #66 Autumn colour

Not flowers I know, but definitely growing plants. When the sun shines the forest seems to glow and burn with vibrant colour and onlookers can feel their souls expanding.
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Dog scootering

A short while ago I mentioned that Barry had met a lady in the forest who was dog scootering. He thought it might be fun to try it so started researching.

It's similar to sledding – in fact the dogs wear the same harnesses but are attached to a scooter rather than a sled. Sometimes people use a bike rather than a scooter – officially this is called bikejoring – but it is considered more dangerous as it is much more difficult to dismount a bicycle quickly in an emergency.

It is a sport growing in popularity. In the meantime we are musing on the subject. It does look like a lot of fun and certainly Frodo would be a candidate as he's very strong. Apparently most dogs can be trained to the harness – I have my doubts about Chihuahuas though!

There is a video clip here.

Pet Pride Play with me?

Frodo likes to play with Jenna but when she's in retrieving mode ('working') she won't play with him. What's he thinking in these photos?

Frodo: I think she's over there somewhere. Frodo: Oh, there you are, Jenna. Want to play?

Jenna: Got my mouth full right now.

Frodo: Aww, go on - play with me.
Jenna: Maybe later - busy now.

Frodo: Chase?
Jenna: Whatever . . Jenna: I'm going for a quick swim. Coming?

Frodo: Nah - just had one, thanks.

Frodo (thinks): If I get the ball away from her she'll have to play with me.

Jenna: That swim was good - very refreshing. Frodo, I can read your mind. You can't get the ball from me and even if you did Mrs Boss has got some spares. I'll play later - at the moment I'm working. Now, back to business.

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Shadow Shot Sunday #70

It was a lovely day today - bright and sunny and very warm. Buddy Liver Spots had his tongue hanging out.

Jenna-the-Labrador's lo-o-o-o-o-o-ng tongue was hanging out too!

Frodo the Faller's tongue was tucked inside his mouth - he's so cool!

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SkyWatch Friday Season 4 - Episode 7 - Evening walk

Our eldest daughter has been staying with us for a short while with her children. A few days ago we took the dogs for an evening walk. It was good to breathe the fresh clean air in the forest.
The second and third photos will enlarge if clicked - don't know why the others won't . . .


It was getting late - past eight o' clock - and the sun was setting.

Marnie was hauling Dominie on her wheels. In this photo she and Callum and Kiri are pulling Dominie out of the pond. The Labradors, Tia, Jenna and Foxy were enjoying lots of swims.

Frodo and Buddy were following their own trail not too far away - they rarely stray far.

We returned home refreshed and happy and glad to be alive.

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Pet Pride - the full complement

Taken a couple of years ago in the forest. The Labradors and the black-spotted Dalmatians have just come out of the pond. The two Labradors on the left belong to Gillian and come to us for their holidays. Buddy Liver Spots (on the left) dislikes getting his paws wet . . .
. . . but he likes standing in the long grass!

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Pet Pride - Jenna waits

Earlier on Sunday morning Jenna was waiting patiently for her run. Her Labrador friends (Tia is just behind her) are spending their summer holidays with us so they accompany her and Frodo the Faller as Barry leads them through the forest on his bike.
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Camera Critters #68

When we take the dogs walking I usually take my camera (Canon Ixus 980) It's small enough to go in a pocket or to carry in my free hand ready for action. In the other hand I carry the ball-flinger to keep Jenna-the-Labrador entertained. As Gillian and Paul's dogs are staying with us at the moment it keeps them busy too.
Last Thursday we were strolling along, Barry hauling Dominie, Buddy and Frodo catching up on pee-mails, the Labradors hurling themselves into every puddle and pond they came to and me scanning for activitiy. Then I saw a roe deer; she was in an area where we often see deer. I tried to photograph her but she was some distance away and wary. We would eventually pass the other side of this small area and I was hopeful of seeing her again.
At one of the new ponds, excavated earlier this year when tree harvesting was being carried out, Frodo and the Labradors swam and drank and paddled and played. When Dominie was independent she loved to swim and so Barry lets her roll gently into the pond where she can enjoy the sensation of water on her body, drink some of it and revisit earlier times for a little while. When she's had enough she lies in the sun to rest and lick herself while Buddy and Frodo pace about, sniffing here and there and the Labradors chase the ball.

Barry guides Dominie into the water as Buddy watches. Jenna has collected the ball on this occasion.


Now Tia has the ball. As usual Jenna is wearing her transmitter collar so that we know which direction to worry in when she disappears!
Foxy, Gillian and Paul's fox-red Labrador, learnt long ago that treats were far more satisfying to retrieve than a slobbery ball so stopped trying to keep up with Tia and Jenna. I don't often take titbits out with me now but she still looks hopefully at me, my hands, my pockets. She is slowly realising that she is a retriever and she can sometimes get to the ball before the others, so long as she has a headstart - that is, if I fool the others into going in the wrong direction first. They can never quite believe she has found it and will go on looking until they realise she has it, then Jenna takes it from her! Foxy never objects - she really is a very sweet-tempered dog.

Foxy has the ball. Jenna and Tia haven't realised where I've thrown it and are quartering the ground beyond the pond.
Dominie's pleasures in life include meeting new people and dogs. Most people stop to enquire about the reason for her wheels.Some dogs are spooked by the unfamiliar silhouette she presents but usually the dog greetings follow the routine and etiquette they always have. She particularly likes little dogs and on Thursday she met two out with their humans. One of them was a rescue dog - we meet quite a few of these in our perambulations, from small cross-breeds to retired racing Greyhounds to working breeds that have proved too much for their original owners or breeders. The sky was ever-changing and threatening rain - indeed wehad a torrential downpour later in the evening - so we proceeded on our way. Sure enough, when we reached the opposite side of the stretch where I had spotted the doe, there she was again. Now she was accompanied by a young buck who appeared to have only one antler. Barry took over ball-flinging duties - we knew if Jenna caught sight, sound or scent of the deer she would have been off!

The deer are beyond the pond between the two groups of small trees. Frodo is paddling and slaking his thirst.

Frodo, my velcro dog, accompanied me as I slowly approached the pair, happily paddling and keeping an eye on me. The doe and buck were aware of me but seemed unfazed, looking at me now and again and then resuming their grazing.

He looks at me while she looks in the other direction.Deer slot
Eventually, after I had been watching and photographing and moving closer for about seven minutes, the doe went into cover where she continued to watch me for a while before vanishing.
The buck looked long and hard at me. I wonder what happened to his right antler? Finally he decided that discretion was the better part of valour and left the scene . . . but unhurriedly, at his leisure.

I don't think I'll ever get over my excitement at seeing deer - they are truly beautiful elegant creatures and their ability to melt into the shrubs and trees is amazing.

Next time we'll take Barry's Canon 40D with a telephoto lens and hopefully the photographs will be much better quality. Of course, the mere act of taking it with us will probably guarantee we shan't see any wild animals!

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