Rain in Poult Wood

The donkeys are loitering around the house and being seen through all the windows– kitchen, hall, office, and bedroom– as I clean house.

Finally, the recurring vision of them is too much for me, so I gather my daypack and fill it with writing materials—sling the binoculars over one shoulder and the camera over the other, and I walk out with the donkeys and Skookum.

Though I’m still strolling in sunshine, sooty, menacing clouds fill the aerial landscape behind the house. We will get caught in the rain, but it’s been a month since we’ve had any rain, and I want the drops to hit my fleece jacket and woolen cap.  Rain will transform this dry autumnal day. For the height of summer smells sterile like hot-burning fire. I long to smell earth and leaf litter after so many months of spring’s fresh scents spent.

And, so the rain begins and gathers momentum, and we continue to saunter toward Poult Wood. None of us hurries. The donkeys serenely browse a few steps here, then there.

And Skookum trots soft circles around us.

I stop and take pictures of pumpkin colored leaves dangling against a grey sky, and pause to see the wide-orangey tapestry matt of fallen maple leaves spread out across the slow waters of Kickin’ Mule Creek.

Then we turn right and enter Poult Wood.

The woodland is named for its many lichen-dripping oaks and a few butterscotch-scented Ponderosa Pines packed closely in a block edging the far western section of the farm. Bands of wild turkey browse and cluck and strut amongst the trees, grasses, native grape, and poison oak.  Moreover, Poult Wood is the only place on the farm where I have spied the big silver-gray squirrel.  Somehow it has found a haven here away from the ever-present California Gray Squirrel that lives in great numbers elsewhere on the farm.

Even now,

in this rain,

I recall Poult Wood — the coolest spot on the farm for resting during the impressive heat of a late summer’s afternoon.

And, yes, today it keeps raining. We crowd around a Poult Wood pine, and I soon realize Chippo and Ziggy know which side of the tree is the driest.  Hard drops are still pelting me.  Chippo’s eyelids close, and he seems asleep.  How comfortably he waits for the rain to pass.  Ziggy’s awake—indifferent and also bidding time. Skookum sits patiently.  His coat is a gleaming wet chocolate and for now he trades his high-energy bird-dog persona for contemplation.  Pine scent and butterscotch aromas lull me.

It seems we’re all accepting pausing in a Poult Wood rain.

Entering Poult Wood.
Entering Poult Wood.

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Chippo sleeps through the Poult Wood rain.
Chippo sleeps through the Poult Wood rain.

15 thoughts on “Rain in Poult Wood

  1. What a pleasant, quiet feel to this piece! Love the “pumpkin colored leaves!”
    Poult Wood? Where does this name come from?
    And the first picture looks like snow on the ground. Possible? No, probably not…but lovely photos, also lazy and quiet.

    1. What a pleasant, quiet feel to this piece! Love the “pumpkin colored leaves!”
      Poult Wood? Where does this name come from?
      And the first picture looks like snow on the ground. Possible? No, probably not…but lovely photos, also lazy and quiet.

      Hi Mary — a poult can refer to a young turkey, and the wood often has bands of turkeys grazing and clucking and strutting about. No snow here yet, but I expect it by November 20th or so. Happy Fall to you. 🙂

    1. Lovely, Sher…
      I so wish I could have been on that walk with the four of you.

      Thanks Valerie- We enjoy having friends along. Good to hear from you, and I keep thinking about all the neat things you are getting to explore in the big city. I’m so glad you are there. 🙂

  2. Ohhh, contentment… what a beautifully crafted post, Sher. I am so glad the donks ‘persuaded’ you to go on this walk with them… and to write about it so eloquently. Love the photo of Chippo sleeping. 🙂

    1. Ohhh, contentment… what a beautifully crafted post, Sher. I am so glad the donks ‘persuaded’ you to go on this walk with them… and to write about it so eloquently. Love the photo of Chippo sleeping. 🙂 Hey Reggie — thanks for checking in with us. The donkeys are very persuasive. 🙂 Easy to love and enjoy.

  3. Lovely, Sher ! Thanks for posting…..I can almost smell the new rain. Our donks are in now for the winter – they get to go in a field by day if it’s not too wet. It’s been a wet October but we can’t grumble after such a lovely summer. We too are now slipping slowly into winter, the nights are slightly chilly. We probably won’t get snoe till January though (er… famous last words?). Love to Ziggy and Chippo from us all.

    1. Lovely, Sher ! Thanks for posting…..I can almost smell the new rain. Our donks are in now for the winter – they get to go in a field by day if it’s not too wet. It’s been a wet October but we can’t grumble after such a lovely summer. We too are now slipping slowly into winter, the nights are slightly chilly. We probably won’t get snoe till January though (er… famous last words?). Love to Ziggy and Chippo from us all.
      Hi Sue- Thanks for reading and for your comments too. I am surprised west England gets snow so late? Our heavy snows probably won’t come until February. Like you– we’ll see. Nice to hear from you again. 🙂

    1. Sure enjoy your postings and pictures. Happy Spring! Thank you for sharing.

      Thank you, and happy spring it is. I am busy teaching and Bruce is planting. Hope to see you both soon. Sher

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