Citrus: lemon, satsuma, blood orange, and grapefruit, two of each.
Better than the invasive chinaberry trees that used to be there. Getting rid of those took a bulldozer and years of mowing and harrowing. Continue reading
To relax after her second virus shot, Gretchen hoisted 50-pound bags of fertilizer while we were planting red corn.
Seems like a fair distribution of labor. After all, I drive the tractor.
Today she got five more bags, and loaded them in the truck herself.
I figured she must have discovered a nest of venomous serpents. Nope, Nervous Nellie was barking up a storm over a gopher tortoise.
That threatened species Gopherus polyphemus was actually somewhat threatened, since Nellie was trying to gnaw on her shell. Continue reading
Quite an odd dog.
Looks good in a cape, though.
It’s good to get a little exercise.
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.
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.
No, you can’t have any.
We already ate it.
Dogs at work.
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
I moved the blocks that had been holding up the trailer tongue, and there they were: three lizards.
I don’t think they were happy I moved their house. But I put it back later, and there is plenty of other lizard lair nearby.