The next morning I again was fortunate to have warblers come to my call. These fellows were kind enough to pose for a moment before flitting off into the trees.
Subsequent visits to warbler territory have yielded no more close encounters. I think the time for staking out territory and choosing mates may be over for this year. There were other birds to see, though…BIG ones. As I was crossing the mountain I heard a cacophony of calls that I recognized as coming from Canada geese. These big birds aren’t strangers to the farm; a flock of them have taken up permanent residence just over the ridge to the east in German Valley.
Eager to see what the geese were discussing so raucously, I put the dogs in a down-stay and crept forward. The geese had done a fly-by, then settled in the upper reaches of our lower stock pond. I eased forward, trying to stay hidden but still looking for an opening for a photo. There were two pairs of Canadians swimming back and forth, calling loudly. I don’t know if they were discussing where to make a nest or whose territory it would be. I managed to get off a couple of shots before Kota broke her stay and came to investigate.
They were off in a flurry of wings and water, apparently deciding this was not the place for them. They were beautiful, though, and I hope they will come back.
I am also pleased to see that our red-tailed hawks have apparently welcomed chicks. A couple of weeks ago, I saw this one perched in a tree a couple of hundred yards or so from the nest.
And earlier this week, Mrs. Hawk was perched on the edge of her next instead of sitting in it. I assume this means she is watching over her new family.
The farm is beautiful right now. The tanks are almost full; the foxglove are coming out,
and the bluebonnets are in full bloom.
I convinced the Bagley Pack to pose for their annual portrait. Colt and Rue were happy to oblige, but Kota was a little miffed at having to stop her morning’s hunt. She alternated between being bored to tears,
and too regal to bother with such things!
She was in a slightly better mood for her Easter portrait, but not much.
Colt is no stranger to ducks. In his previous life as Shertom’s Colt, he earned his duck-herding championships and hasn’t forgotten how to do it.
Rue, on the other hand had never seen ducks in a herding setting. All things considered, I thought she did well. No ducks were damaged, and thankfully she quickly figured out she was supposed to move them in response to my commands, not eat them.
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And here are a couple of our friends trying their hands (or paws) at the sport. In addition to border collies, there was a puli and a Swedish vallhund. The puli is an Hungarian herding dog known for its long, corded coat. The short-legged vallhund comes from…you guessed it…Sweden, and was bred to work cattle.
But that wasn’t the last of our herding experiences. In early April, Rue and I participated in the annual Highland Games Stock Dog Trial in Helotes (just outside San Antonio). Our performance was less than stellar, but we had a great time in spite of the unseasonably bitter weather. (I’ll bet this spectator was sorry he was wearing a kilt!)
Here are a few shots of our friends and their dogs working the sheep (who were less than enthusiastic about the whole thing).
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