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In the quiet
Jan. 5th, 2007 07:59 amWhen I can manage it I like to get up before anyone else and just enjoy the peace & quiet of the early pre-dawn hours. The dogs are either napping or moving about quietly, Fudge is curled up on my nap enjoying some one-on- cat attention. Its amazingly dark here between when the moon sets and the sun rises, I enjoy this sort of celestial nap before the day begins.
As the sun rises, the neighborhood awakens to the bawls of the cattle calling for their morning feeding. We're probably only an acre away from them, so we do hear this twice daily demand quite clearly. The subtle noises of wind moving through the fir and alder is breathtaking. Flash just woke up, he's at the back of the property howling to the wind. A sort of "I'm up world, pay attention!" kind of howl. The Elder dogs are stretched out in the living room, with the assorted whuffles and snores that accompany their sleep. This is prime grooming time for the buns, who are just beginning to move about. They aren't quite nocturnal as there's a sense of beginning the day in the pen. I've been giving them extra hay and pellets given the cold, and watching them carry it in almost straw by straw to their dens reminds me of watching a colony of ants on the move.
I'll get up and make coffee soon for Joshua and Danielle, though its probably going to be another couple of hours before they wake up. I've got a yummy breakfast of cold fried chicken waiting for me, so I should toddle off.
*yawn*
Update: Just lost power again, this time for fifteen minutes. You'd think as windy a place as the Island is they'd bury the damn power lines. I'm sure they have a perfectly legitimate reason for not doing so, but its hard to imagine that the amount of money they spend fixing the suspended lines over a number of years isn't greater than the cost of just burying them.
I have literally never lived anywhere where the power goes out more than here. Not Brooklyn, not Mesa, not Vermont, nowhere. I'm in awe.
As the sun rises, the neighborhood awakens to the bawls of the cattle calling for their morning feeding. We're probably only an acre away from them, so we do hear this twice daily demand quite clearly. The subtle noises of wind moving through the fir and alder is breathtaking. Flash just woke up, he's at the back of the property howling to the wind. A sort of "I'm up world, pay attention!" kind of howl. The Elder dogs are stretched out in the living room, with the assorted whuffles and snores that accompany their sleep. This is prime grooming time for the buns, who are just beginning to move about. They aren't quite nocturnal as there's a sense of beginning the day in the pen. I've been giving them extra hay and pellets given the cold, and watching them carry it in almost straw by straw to their dens reminds me of watching a colony of ants on the move.
I'll get up and make coffee soon for Joshua and Danielle, though its probably going to be another couple of hours before they wake up. I've got a yummy breakfast of cold fried chicken waiting for me, so I should toddle off.
*yawn*
Update: Just lost power again, this time for fifteen minutes. You'd think as windy a place as the Island is they'd bury the damn power lines. I'm sure they have a perfectly legitimate reason for not doing so, but its hard to imagine that the amount of money they spend fixing the suspended lines over a number of years isn't greater than the cost of just burying them.
I have literally never lived anywhere where the power goes out more than here. Not Brooklyn, not Mesa, not Vermont, nowhere. I'm in awe.
