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But Do They Taste Good?

We’ve been busy looking for flowers to show you tomorrow. Yesterday we went on a little shoreline walk. It’s still much closer than it usually is. In fact, the water has only gone down an 2-5 cm over the last week. So, the shoreline flowers are not the usual variety at all.

I got a bit bored with photography – it involves a lot more sitting around than I appreciate – so I went on a patrol of the neighbouring shoreline properties. Everyone had gone home now that the weekend is over. Sometimes they go but they leave interesting things behind. Like last week, for example, someone left a partially eaten corn cob for me to take home and snack on… until Elizabeth found me chomping on it.  ~:o/=  She muttered something about genetically modified compost fodder and tossed it into the rotten food machine.

There was something strange on the next cove up from our bay, and I started to bark. Elizabeth called me back.

When I finished barking… I found her, still taking photographs. I thought maybe she’d like to come over with me and see that strange thing I was barking about. But, before I could persuade her, I was distracted by a movement in the shallows.

Whoa! What's THAT?

Whoa! What’s THAT?

"That's a crayfish, Stella."

“That’s a crayfish, Stella.”

I know a lot of two-leggers seem to like eating things that live in the river.

Hmmm.... Does it taste good?

Hmmm…. Does it taste good?

Elizabeth suggested I try catching one to sample. She said some two-leggers like them….

So, I decided to go Crawdaddin'. Unfortunately, I didn't have much luck. Next time, I must try a different approach.

So, I decided to go Crawdaddin’. Unfortunately, I didn’t have much luck. Next time, I must try a different approach.

Elizabeth says I can eat all that I want. There were scores of them scooting around; some of them seemed to be eating and others seemed to be busy trying to scare each other. As soon as I got into the water, they all used their tails to propel themselves into crevices in the bedrock and into gaps under submerged stones.

Apparently, these are not the species of crayfish that used to live here when Elizabeth was a two-legger pup. She says that they were much prettier. The ones we saw today have been brought in by fishermen who use them as bait. They are a very voracious species, and they have killed off all of our indigenous crayfish, clams, eaten all our ‘sea’ weed and heaven knows what else.

I wonder why two-leggers couldn’t use the crayfish that belong here as bait. The fish got by just fine eating them since long before fishermen came along. Judging from the number of crayfish I saw on that stretch of bedrock, the local fish don’t have much of an appetite for these newcomers….

Two-leggers often leave me shaking my head. Seems they don’t have much sense when it comes to living in the world around them. Always trying to manage and improve on things that worked just fine since the dawn of time. And what happens? Everywhere they go, two-leggers leave messes behind that everyone else must contend with. What is the matter with them?

Colonization of the Neighbourhood

It’s been a busy summer in our area of Northwestern Ontario. Especially on the weekends.

I don’t know what it is about two-leggers around here. All week long they are somewhere else. Then they come back on Friday nights and Saturday mornings. They bang around, get their wood-eating or grass-chewing whining/buzzing machines going, roar around the river on their floating tin cans and water skimming devices…

GRRRWOWFF! It makes me tired and headachey just thinking about it.

Yep. All week long they’re somewhere else (thank goodness) then on the weekend they come out and say how lovely it is out here.

~:o/=

Don’t get me wrong. I like two-leggers. Most of the ones I’ve met, anyway. And most of them out here get along with me just fine. But they can be so… so… disruptive!

Elizabeth says that when they came here almost 45 two-legger years ago, there were only three houses out this way, and five little cottages scattered further west of us. Now there are more than 50 houses along the road! She says that there have been many environmental consequences to this colonisation. I don’t doubt it. I’ve noticed quite a few in the 28 dog-years I’ve lived here.

I noticed one incredible one this morning on our walk. Thousands of another type of colonist have moved into a new development right here on our estate! And BWOWF! Talk about environmental impact… These guys put the two-leggers to shame!

Unwelcome Colonists Create Reverse Oasis on Campbell Estate

Unwelcome Colonists Create Reverse Oasis on Campbell Estate

Caching in on the Hide & Seek Movement

I’ve noticed a lot of my pals have been writing about hide & seek and Easter Bunnies hiding eggs and chocolate the last few days. Well, I’ve had a very busy couple of weeks here on the Campbell Estate and I’ve missed out on all that fun.

The Estate was invaded by those bad boys, the Wiley Wolf Pack.

Before you read further, Elizabeth says this post has some gruesome elements, so read on with discretion!

Those Wiley guys really keep me busy. I don’t like having them around. They haven’t got much respect, and I’m afraid that they might move in on my two-leggers one day when I’m busy somewhere else. They aren’t very friendly, if you get my drift….

And they’re always leaving messes for me to clean up.

Actually, that’s only a half complaint. I kind of don’t mind cleaning up their messes. But their messes have a less savoury aspect… they attract a lot of characters I would also rather not have around: big white-headed black flappers, croaking black flappers and cawing black flappers now that they’re back.They’re noisy, noisy, noisy, and they do their business wherever they happen to be, without any regard for anyone who happens to be in the way, gravitationally speaking.

Black flappers are really hard to chase away. They work in teams. I’ll be busy cleaning up the mess the Wiley Wolves have left, and one of those scoundrel flappers will hop up behind me and pull a bone away. And while I chase that flapper off, three or four more will move in and steal anything they can dig their beaks and talons into. They will carry it off and dump it somewhere else when they’ve finished with it, leaving me with even more cleaning up to do than the Wiley Wolves left, and with less meat to pick at by then, too!

So, the Wiley Boys killed a Sneaky Deer at the end of our bay. They ate what they wanted, then moved on, leaving the carcass right there on the ice! My two-leggers draw their drinking water from very near the spot, so it was imperative that I get the area completely sanitized.

Eventually, I decided I was wasting my time chasing the flappers. I worked harder at dismembering the remains and carrying them off to my own hiding places, where I could enjoy them at my leisure. Wild meat is always better if it hangs a little, you know….

It took several trips, but I’m better equipped to move large portions than the flappers, so I did pretty well.

This was all I could find of my deer head trophy. Now this is gone, too....

This was all I could find of my deer head trophy. Now this is gone, too….

First the head, which I hid in the woodshed. I think. I may be wrong, ’cause I can’t find it in there now. Then I removed the legs one at a time. For some reason, I can only find two of them now. And I’m not telling where I put them. I think You Know Who is finding them and taking them away to a place I won’t find them [Scribal interjection: Who, me?]. I know she got the spine, hips and ribs, which I was able to get up all in one piece in my last trip through the woods. That was hard work. I was so tired after that one that I just tucked that piece under the front of Kay’s Growly Beast until I’d rested a bit. When I went back for it, You Know Who’s scent was all over the area and I couldn’t find my prize anywhere!

I even got some meltwater to sluice down and give the area a wash. Pretty thorough, eh?

I even got some meltwater to sluice down and give the area a wash. Pretty thorough, eh?

Oh, well. I enjoyed what I was able to glean. And I think you’ll agree when I show you a picture of how the kill site looks now (Elizabeth says it wouldn’t be nice to show the before scene; she wouldn’t take a picture for me.  -:o/=  Whose blog is this, anyway?).

The Inspector found this, but I think she's pulling hairs, don't you?

The Inspector found this, but I think she’s splitting hairs, don’t you?

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