Then we shooed the teenage dogs out of the corn.
Nervous Nellie, Honeybun, red corn
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Like the okra, the corn sprouted right on time.
We planted this red corn on March 23, 2021, and a week later, here it is sprouted. Continue reading
I figured she must have discovered a nest of venomous serpents. Nope, Nervous Nellie was barking up a storm over a gopher tortoise.
Gopher, Nellie, Honeybun, Yellow Dog
That threatened species Gopherus polyphemus was actually somewhat threatened, since Nellie was trying to gnaw on her shell. Continue reading
It’s good to get a little exercise.
Log, Fungus, Yellow Dog, Sycamore
Gretchen likes heaving logs under the red maples.
Birds and dogs.
We could get it down with a ladder.
But we left it there to grow again.
This moss grows all the time.
In her habitat.
Gretchen in the woods with vines
Yellow Dog knows all the woods paths.
This is also a beaver pond now, only larger than the others.
Dogs like mud.
That tree was knee-high when we transplanted it.
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Dogs at work.
Porch Dogs guarding the Swamp Throne
Probably I shouldn’t assume everybody recognizes this sort of environment. This is a shallow cypress swamp, with mostly cypress and blackgum trees, with a few loblolly pines, plus slash and longleaf pines and oaks around it. That’s actually different from a pocosin swamp, which has mostly smaller shrubs. Both are fairly common in the U.S. southeastern coastal plain.
This cypress swamp used to be full most of the year, forty or fifty years ago. Nowadays it’s dry most of the year. We’ve been having rain every few days for a week or more, so finally it’s almost full.
When that happens, we like to put kayaks in and boat around. Which is interesting due to all the cypress logs to navigate past.
Those are two of my dogs. They live here, in several hundred acres of land my grandfather bought in 1921. They are working dogs, protecting us from snakes and catching rodents. They don’t attack other wildlife (well, except raccoons), because we teach them not to. They do like to run fast, especially in water.
About the swamp throne, only the initiated know, and Tom H. Tom H Johnson Jr ain’t tellin’.
More rain coming.
More pictures: Continue reading
It was with much sadness that we said goodbye to the Brown Dog.
A quick moving cancer took her from being her delightful brown dog self to a mere shadow. Her personality, “don’t look at me while I am eating” was true to the end and when she was ready, she told us it was time to go, January 11, 2021.
Arriving as a pup on October 16, 2008, She-Ra consented to keeping the two upstarts. Our veterinarian, Dr. Ruff, said the dogs were about a year old. When asked what were their names we said “Brown Dog and Yellow Dog”. That is how we had been calling them while we decided if they would stay. After a month, they knew their names and so they were, the Brown Dog and the Yellow Dog.
Through adventures of snake bites, gopher tortoise escapades, controlled burns of forest management, gardening, snow, hurricanes, boat rides, and river adventures, Brown Dog lived a full and wonderful life.
Brown Dog is survived by her pack that includes her littermate Yellow Dog, acolytes Nellie and HoneyBun and her humans and predeceased by her mentor She-Ra.
There are two paths you can go on. Also two dogs.
Actually, four dogs, but the other two already ran ahead.
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That’s less than half of the sugar cane on the bed when Gretchen wondered, “What was I thinking?”
Nervous Nellie thought it was great fun, running up and down the cane bed as I was digging it. The other dogs got bored and went home.
Gretchen cut almost all of the cane with her machete. (She didn’t approve of my axe.) Continue reading
Despite how it sometimes seems, the porch dogs do from time to time stop barking and just lie quietly on their beds. In this case both on the same bed, because Yellow Dog was in residence.
Yellow Dog, Honeybun, Nervous Nellie, far to near
Don’t worry, there are actually four beds, one for each dog, if they want them.
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