Halvor evidently likes my car Jackie as a platform for his afternoon nap–or maybe he’s just bored.
Category Archives: Halvor
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.
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.
The chicks are growing up, Halvor turns to farming, and Effie remains the monarch of Effieland and the house
Halvor appears to have taken over the tractor, but I don’t think he has a key. . .
She who rules Effieland and its adjoining house