Vic found Halvor on Pisca-Dory this morning when he went into the shop to bring Halvor his food. Was it mutiny, or did Halvor make the climb simply because he could?
A heavy snow is falling, assuring us that the solstice doesn’t necessary mean we’ve turned the winter corner. Effie loves wandering in her snowy realm.
My husband, who took this photo, is building a gated fence around our small orchard, which has provided our visiting deer a feast of plums, apples, pears, and grapes. Halvor has taken up guard duty, even though fruit season is behind us for the year.
Halvor evidently likes my car Jackie as a platform for his afternoon nap–or maybe he’s just bored.
My husband is reorganizing his shop, and Halvor loves watching Vic working there. I came in to check on Vic’s progress, and Halvor, who was sitting on a work table next to me, climbed up on my shoulder. I adore Halvor, so I felt very honored, even though he weighs 16-1/2 pounds, which happens to be 16% of my own weight. Oof–but what can I say–Vic, Effie, and I all think he’s terrific.
Deer constantly graze on our lawn. For whatever reason, they prefer the lawn to our field–but they are beautiful and sweet-natured, and we can certainly spare the grasses and weeds they consume. The light wasn’t right for a through-the-window photo, and they distanced themselves from our house when I stepped out on the deck.
Halvor, Effie’s foster bro, likes sometimes to man my husband’s tractor while hanging out in the shop.
Special Guest Star Halvor basks in the welcome sunshine on the patio. . . .
Effie enjoys a bit of shade near a chair.
Effie checks out a blackberry branch. She probably doesn’t mind that the blackberries have all been picked. Behind her are ripening Flame grapes.
Happy girl in a pleasant garden!
Our first turnip of the season is small, but it will be sweet.
Effie permits Halvor a rare visit within Effieland’s bounds, where they share a hearty embrace.
Effie and Halvor have a bit of a tiff, and he departs Effieland sulkily. I pet him and invite him to come up to the chicken ark with me to check for eggs; he is cheered but reserved.