Travels with MaryE

Most things I love best are about good light and good timing. That's where the adventures start. Don't be in no hurry here. Here you'll find a little bit about bluegrass music, fox hunting, life on the road, time on the mountain, and a whole lot about other things, too.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

A Fox, The Wood and A Lovely Day

So the girls from across the farm and I were out in the lower wood today working in a large pen, formerly used for pheasants, clearing the ground and piling branches in the corner. We spent a couple of very productive hours clearing away brush and trimming branches, raking leaves into the corners of the pen and piling dry twigs for kindling. We have a fire ring in there we've been intending to use for 2 or 3 years now, never quite got around to it. Until today. I figure it's good to teach the girls some basic skills like how to start - and build - a small fire, things like that.

Mind, it's dry around here so I didn't want to start _much_ of a fire, and we didn't. But we had a jolly good time doing all the "prep" work, raking down to the soil for about 1o feet all around the fire ring which is in a fairly open part of the wood in the middle of this pheasant pen. We took along many water jugs in case anything went awry and I explained some of the science of fire building (at least MY science) and about responsibility and making sure to drown the ashes and not leave anything smouldering and all that good stuff I learned about so long ago as a camp counselor all those high school summers. Heck back then we had what were called "family groups" (this was a Methodist church camp at a lovely place called Sky Lake) -- a group of about 10 girls stayed with a teenage female counselor and a group of about 10 boys stayed with a teenage male counselor. I always seemed to get these really "sissy" co-counselors who didn't like building leantos and frightening away wild animals (I mean like skunks and raccoons!) in the it always seemed to fall on me to get with the boys and build the camp and supervise the fire and so forth. Okay by me!

Today L and K and I spent a very happy afternoon (warm and sunny and lovely) in the lower wood in the old pheasant pen that is now called "Leaping Hound Lodge." This is considered L's fort; K's is in the upper wood and is situated in a grove of laurels and is called "Hound Haven." K likes the "koala trees" there (good bendy trees for climbing). Just over the fence were hundreds of ewes and lambs (even some pure black ones) and it made me smile to see them over there lazing in the lush grass. Of course where there's lambs there are races and all sorts of action and there was plenty of that as well.

So we did all this work and folks who know me realize I don't see all that well past the end of my nose. So L and K and I had brought along 3 folding chairs (this was indeed a big production, after all) and we were sitting there admiring our work and eating some nice juicy Gala apples and I glanced over through the hedge at the field of sheep and something caught my eye. I jumped up and there loping in the sunlight past the startled lambs and stamping ewes was a gorgeous red fox. Must have been a dog fox...big and fat and healthy....the girls began to squeal a bit and we all reveled in the lovely sight, watching him run through the sheep and onto an old railway line that runs through the farm. Nope, I didn't have my camera, but I can honestly say I probably enjoyed the sight of that fox more than I would have had I been trying to race out of the pen, around the side, over to a bare spot in the hedge and then I would have missed the entire thing.

There are precious few times that I've been SO not expecting to see a fox (and frankly I don't often see them)...what a pure delight! Stay tuned. I need to get back into the swing of writing. And I'll post some more photos soon. It's "high spring" here in Wales, the blackthorn hedges are blossoming and the lanes are dotted with celendines and primroses. What a great time to be alive.


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