A Friend’s Visit

Ouzel trots down to the barn after finishing her morning meal, which she eats from a stainless steel bowl outside our front door. It’s the sixth day she has gone visiting our visitor who is staying in the barn apartment. But, this time she won’t find her old friend Heidi, because Heidi has flown back to Alaska.

A Few Highlights from Heidi’s Visit

Heidi’s silver rental car creeps down our long gravel driveway toward the farmhouse. I rush outside and give her a hug as soon as she gets out of the car; it’s so good to have her here. Leaving this friendship behind me when I moved from Southeast Alaska to Oregon, three years ago, was not easy.

As soon as Heidi walks into the mudroom, Gypsy engulfs her with a flood of full-body wagging. She even lifts up her lips and shows her glowing white teeth – Gypsy grins big and Heidi laughs. But, it’s Ouzel, our old griffon, and Skookum my male griffon who Heidi greets with familiarity, because these dogs she’s spent years around when we lived in Southeast Alaska. Ouzel, Skookum, Heidi, her dog Jade, and I have traipsed through wet Southeastern rainforests and picked our way through spongy muskeg since Ouzel was a pup.

Bruce comes in through the swinging gate and hugs Heidi too, and the three of us stand in the mudroom and talk about dogs.

“How’s Jade, Heidi; is she staying with Bob?”

“Ouzel’s had a great hunting season; She’s eleven now and despite having had surgery two years ago to remove part of her jaw- she’s amazing. Hunts with a passion; picks up dummies (when she can), loves to train, and in Bruce’s words Ouzel is still the best dog ever born.”

Laughter- we’ve all heard that line before—“The Great and Powerful Oz–the best dog ever born.” Ouzel’s almost super-natural gift for field and retrieving skills has earned her a variety of hunt test titles.

“Yeah, we had Skookum neutered (finally), and the breeder said he might show interest in females up to six months after the procedure, but Gypsy just finished her first heat, and Skookum never even sniffed the air.”

“Did you hear Rod won another retriever title with Harper?”

Heidi went on to tell us a bit about her dog-walking group that she participates in with Jade, and she mentions another mutual friend who she hikes with on occasion, and I wonder how Jade gets along with that friend’s high-strung husky.

“Keta is getting older now, and not much of a problem to keep up with anymore. “

This is so familiar- the three of us standing in a mudroom talking about our dogs. It’s just what we did many times in Southeast Alaska after a retriever or bird dog training session in the muskeg, after a long hike in the rainforest or a Sunday afternoon romp on the beach.

Heidi is here for five days. We will bird-watch, hike with the donkeys and dogs, train the donkeys on this month’s agility course down at the pole barn, and discuss whether we want to go on a bird survey trip to Cuba in 2016.

Our first walk with Ziggy and Chippo  in 2011 at Crown Meadow Farms in Scio, Oregon.
Our first walk with Ziggy and Chippo in 2011 at Crown Meadow Farms in Scio, Oregon.

Deschutes River State Park

We’ve taken a short excursion away from the farm to one of Bruce’s favorite rivers for steelhead and trout fishing. The Deschutes is also known as a wonderful wild and scenic river for rafting II and III class rapids.

Deschutes River--spying a Common Merganser.
Deschutes River–spying a Common Merganser.

Heidi and I walk a path that snakes along the river just outside the campground. The desert hills flanking the water are dotted with sagebrush, clumps of native grasses, and rocks. It’s really late in the afternoon and the thermals are just beginning to recede. Turkey vultures circle above us, and their v-like wing shapes remind me of huge bats. I thought we might see more in the way of bird-life, but so far the main characters are the vultures and a few Common Merganser floating on the river.

Heidi and Sher along the Deschutes River.
Heidi and Sher along the Deschutes River.

The light begins to fade, and we decide to watch the final rounds of turkey vulture.

Heidi says, “Watching them soar, especially through the binoculars, hypnotizes.”

Photo of a Turkey Vulture taken by Heidi at Deschutes River State Park.
Photo of a Turkey Vulture taken by Heidi at Deschutes River State Park.

Fifth Night

Teaching Ziggy to "step up."
Teaching Ziggy to “step up.”
Favorite goat at Windsor Farm.
Favorite goat at Windsor Farm.
Sher finds a baby goat she likes.
Sher finds a baby goat she likes.
This mama goat is really friendly!
This mama goat is really friendly!

We had planned to camp out while Heidi was here. My first choice for a campsite was across Kickin’ Mule Creek, under a huge white oak where we’d feel far from people. Like we were in Alaska when out on adventures. But, the weather has been cool and rainy all week – much like weather in Southeast Alaska. So, our second choice is bunking on army cots beneath the tin roof of the pole barn. But, it turns out we had a long day. I took Heidi to visit my friend’s goat farm, and we took a long hike with the donkeys, and it’s almost cold. The idea of sleeping outside is no longer so appealing. We decide instead to sit out in the red Adirondack chairs at dusk in back of the greenhouse and take in the coming of night.

Listening for the night symphony, and the first player begins.

Hoo-hoo. … Hoo-hoo. …

 

“What’s that?”

“The Great Horned Owl.”

“And that?”

“I think that’s the pit-pit alert of a California Quail; it might be because of the owl, but might be another reason,” I say in a whisper as bats flit and swoop just over our heads.

Silence. We’re both wrapped in a fleece and slouched down in our plastic chairs. Silence stretches, trails, and meanders for quite some time.

Oh how good these no words feel.

It’s the rim of day when daylight fades and darkness gathers and day gives sway –when everything ordinary transforms.

Suddenly a great sound explodes from Razorback Ridge. A cow bellows again and again in rapid succession.

We don’t have cows on Mule Springs Farm. Sometimes they graze at the top of the ridge along our property line. This cry is so loud, hollow, and insistent; then it’s gone for a few seconds before another sound follows.

“What was that?” Heidi asks.

“I don’t know, but if a cougar screams, it would sound like that.”

We’ve both sat up a little straighter in our chairs, and we are listening hard for what might come next. But, nothing comes next but more stillness of no wind.

Eventually in the distance the sound of an engine starts up. Hum fills Three-Mile canyon. It’s the farm workers taking advantage of the stillness to spray fertilizer or pesticide throughout the cherry orchards. This will continue all night, so we pick up our fleece wrapped bodies and move toward the barn.

Heidi and Bruce work to stretch the canvas over our military cots for the great camp out that did not happen.
Heidi and Bruce work to stretch the canvas over our military cots for the great camp out that did not happen.

And now Heidi’s version….

May 2015

 

A Trip to Mule Springs — The Accommodations:

The loft room in the barn probably isn’t suited for every visitor. The outhouse is spidery-webby, though surprisingly odor free (Sher says Bruce valiantly mucks it out). You shower in the greenhouse from the hose that looks like a wriggling snake. Before stripping in the greenhouse for the shower you check to make sure no farm workers or Bruce are working in the meadow. But in mid-shower you have a beautiful view through the greenhouse windows of the meadow, the thick trees of the creek bed and the big ridge across the way.

And my favorite – on my first day Sher instructs me to check for frogs under the greenhouse shower drain screen before turning on the water. I do, and herd one little guy the size of my thumbnail out of danger of hot water and soap.

My rating: Five stars.

The Donkey-Hollerer

Forget Horse Whispering, Sher has perfected Donkey Bellering. I will try, but cannot describe it, and we couldn’t have scripted it. You just have to watch the video that I hope we can post here. We walk the upper field to the south of the house, the donkeys are a ways behind us and Sher starts calling them to bring them along. Donkey calling them. In their own language. And they come! I have the presence of mind to find my phone, the video starts pointed down to the field at my feet, complete with Eastern Oregon wind whiffling past, then swings up to Sher. “Do it again” I whisper to Sher. And she does. With her bird list and binoculars in hand, she brays like a donkey! She honks a few times and brays again. Honks a few EE-HOO’s. Some screechingly monstrous EE-HOOO’s! She points — “Look at Ziggy, he’s running, he’s galloping! It’s Black Beauty! There he is…..”

She gives a couple of final quiet EE-HOOS and we watch as Ziggy slows near us and stops to graze again.

This is just a typical walk with Sher.

Sher and the Animals:

Sher has a slow and quiet way about her with her animals. One of my favorite photos of her is from a previous trip to the property when we walked with the donkeys and dogs. All are stopped in mid-step, the donkeys grazing, Sher head down examining a wildflower. Only Skookum has his head raised, paused, wondering when things will get under way again so he can take off at breakneck speed?

Walking with Sher and donkeys — walk a little, stop a little, wait for the donkeys to walk on ahead or catch up. No rush, as if there was nothing more important in the day than to graze, or study the pattern of a wildflower underfoot.

With their fenced acres, the donkeys are free to find their way on their own on a big hike up the ridge. They wander off, wander back, sometimes come and go at a gallop. I recognize a little tree on the narrow ridge trail where I leaped behind it for protection last year when the donkeys came barreling down to catch up with us. I keep an eye out for these “exit” points along the trail. Sher keeps a steady, slow pace and an eye on their whereabouts. Sometimes I worry they’ve wandered away, but Sher is unconcerned and reassuring. They’ll be fine! And they always are. They meander back and come along.

Climbing up to Razorback Ridge above the farm.
Climbing up to Razorback Ridge above the farm.
Heidi notes a Western Bluebird on Razorback Ridge.
Heidi notes a Western Bluebird on Razorback Ridge.

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The quarters are tighter in the little tack room where Sher clips on the donkeys’ halters for the day’s walk, or brings hay from the barn, or fills the big water pail. The donkeys are impatient for feeding and dogs are underfoot. Sher lets the dogs in on purpose to get everyone accustomed to each other in close quarters. Skookum has apparently finally been accepted (!) by the donkeys and he wanders underfoot unconcerned. Young Gypsy is still learning some of the boundaries and I see she knows to stay clear of back hooves. She will soon be nonchalantly trotting under the donkeys, too.

In all, Sher moves quiet among her animals, clucking, giving them a scratch behind the ears, a light thump on the rump, a heartfelt “how you doing big boy, hmmm?” A fond, lingering “good boy!” on a dusty afternoon in the barn.

The Birds:

I keep an unorganized list of birds in several pocket notebooks. I grab whichever notebook I can find when I leave for a trip. I’ve got one from the Arctic rafting trip and the Costa Rica birding trip. The one I took with me this time includes listings from Florida 2011 and Gravina Island 2015. And now The Dalles. Flipping through these pages yields an enormous variety and also familiar overlapping images. Just a few from each:

Florida: Pelican, plover, osprey, boat-tailed grackle, royal terns (I love their hairdo!), little and great blue heron, egret, swallow-tailed kite, ibis, sanderling, stingray (oh, scratch that, that’s what I touched in the petting tank at the marine science center.)

Gravina: many scoters, pipit, Bonaparte’s gull, northern harrier, orange-crowned warbler, greater yellowlegs, kingfisher, a Pacific wren so close I could see in the binoculars the orange that was the color inside his mouth as he sang, killdeer, caspian tern, great blue heron.

The Dalles: The song of the meadowlark, red-winged blackbird, kestrel, killdeer, great blue heron, soaring turkey vultures in thermals, osprey, ash-throated flycatcher, western bluebird, mourning dove, California quail, a wild turkey we saw just briefly from a hill looking down on him with his huge and glorious outstretched tail feathers before he banked into the trees by the creek, 53 baby geese picnicking by the Deschutes, red-tailed hawk, baby goats.

Leaving:

Their dirt road in the rear-view mirror reminds me of a red-rock road in Colorado I can picture to this day, a landscape memory, because it is so familiar, traveled and loved, though many years ago.

What best of this trip in the mirror?

I will remember Ouzel coming down every day to take morning coffee with me. I shower, sit with a cup of coffee in the lawn chair in the sun by the barn and pretty soon I hear Ouzel’s bell wandering down from the house. She pokes around and then settles. She gets some pretty good scritches from me. When I’m done with my coffee she escorts me as we walk up the road together to the house for breakfast.

8 thoughts on “A Friend’s Visit

  1. Loved it, of course! I felt like I was right there on Heidi’s visit! And she looked like she was having a terrific time. Photos were great, too. I did not hear Sher braying, though–did I miss it?

    1. Loved it, of course! I felt like I was right there on Heidi’s visit! And she looked like she was having a terrific time. Photos were great, too. I did not hear Sher braying, though–did I miss it? Mary- I believe you must go to the wordpress site and read the blog to see the youtube link…if you read it in your email window, it does not seem to appear. Try that and let me know — thanks.. Sher

    1. Such a comfortable vibe in both of your writings – sounds like a pleasant five days! Thank you Karen- it was a fun project for us. Also, when I was looking through the photos I saw several of you and the donkeys when you visited and we went for a hike. You looked happy! 🙂

    1. I hope Heidi’s home is well away from those dreadful fires in Alaska. Hi Dagny– yes, she is in the super rainy part of Alaska, so it is rare to have forest fires. Thanks for asking. 🙂

    1. Always so much fun to read your entries and to answer your question, the video opened just fine(went to youtube) through my gmail.
      Thanks Cindy! And thanks for letting me know about the youtube video. Didn’t seem to work for everyone….

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