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Mindy was not pleased with me when I barked; "I can't find the tripod and the sun is rising! Yesterday it was the dead camera battery, now the tripod is missing. What the F@ck!" At 5:30 am....
So Memorial Day Weekend draws to a close...and she even made us french press on the porch.
A restless and stormy four hour drive we arrived at 8pm on Friday night. The water was raging, but the beavers had not managed to re-dam the creek since our last visit so the bridge was easily passible.
Speaking of peace on the mountain, there was no sign of the bears that ravaged our trash cans (see previous webcam post). One of the trashcans, which probably weighed 75lbs full, had been dragged some 50 yards down the mountain before the bear got it open. Silly critters.
As always upon arrival, we revel for sometime in the wireless shower of dsl wonder. Farm it may be, but we're nerds at the core. Dinner, a sit upon the porch amidst the dense green forest, a little Bob Dylan, and the best sleep you can buy east of the MIssissippi. Mindy's preparing french press now and I've set up the video cam; time lapse sunrise (while surfing) at Dog Days Place. Click the image for the time-lapse:
The webcam has been a priceless addition to our farm tools. We cannot be there "full-time" quite yet, and the cameras allow me to check on things when we are not able to be on the mountain. Last night we had some visitors who were a bit more nerve-jangling than the usual deer, raccoons, possums and woodpeckers; the black bears were foraging at the house and carried off our trash cans (whups- country life rule number one is to NEVER leave trash out, EVER) and created a nice little bear buffet across the driveway. Sadly, I did not catch a glimpse of the bears themselves, just their handiwork.
We have seen signs of bears all around the property for quite some time, and I compete with them for the berries in the blackberry patch down by the blacksmith shop and the blueberries at the top of the hill, but this is a little closer than I would like. The folks at the hunt club once asked me to keep an eye out for a male bear with a red tag in its ear and to give them a call if I ever spot him. I see two things in that statement that just are not going to happen. One is that I am not going to stay long enough to observe whether or not there is a tag in his ear, or the other, to purposely get close enough to even be able to check for a red tag in the first place. Also, it is very hard to dial a cell phone and talk while you are whooping, hollering and running full speed down the side of a mountain.
