We joined millions of caddisflies at the pond after dinner yesterday, and they were worth the bother of being swarmed by tiny bugs tickling our faces. The fish we aspired to catch love to jump up and catch and eat caddisflies, and they become so excited that they seem eventually to work up an appetite for our pretty enameled steel lures. In a little over an hour, we had each caught four trout–one short of our allowable limits–but it was growing dark. My husband cleans each fish as soon as it’s caught, and puts it in a bag with ice until we get home and put all the cleaned fish into the freezer to await canning.
This afternoon we returned to the pond after lunch, when no caddisflies were assembled; we caught just two trout each. The twelve from our two fishing outings are now in Mason jars, steaming in the canner.
I was delighted to see that the turtles have just returned to the pond.
Effieland protects Effie from errant dogs, other cats, raccoons, eagles, hawks, coyotes, and cougars (which are rare and we’ve never seen one on our property, though one accosted a man in his barn a few miles away). Effieland also protects our grapes, raspberries, blackberries, strawberries, flowers, turnips, and Effie’s catnip.
Effie tiptoes through this Spring’s first flax.
Effieland’s first strawberry blossom of the year
Halvor suns himself outside of Effieland. Effie does not share her space too commendably.
Effie’s catnip grows in a pot on a shelf above her reach. I give her leaves and she lets me hang out with her.