Yesterday, one heck of a bright day, all my girls and my two grandboys and I went for a walk out to the back woods for a visit to the beaver dams.
The Scientific Method to the tune of "Dixie"
Author: Doug Eldon
What a view. These old snags in the beaver pond are full of birds. In the spring when nesting season starts, we paddle the canoe around in the pond and watch the birds clean out the nest holes in the trees. Beavers aren't the only ones that are industrious.
But beavers sure are one of the most amazingly industrious of animals. It cracks me up how fast they patch up the holes I break in their dam in late winter, they get way too carried away and our entire pasture is threatened to be under water. I try not to make too big of holes, just big enough to let out some excess water and over night they will have the gap filled back in and a note tacked to the tree,
p.s. we do not have to fill an environmental impact statement thank you very much. Check it out, we are the environment, you are just human.
Darn, another college indoctrinated little pip squeak!
We got back home safely but not unscathed, Kai found what he thought was a trail and brave Lanny said, "Go for it Kai, let's see where it will take us."
I'll have you know I came out with the biggest owie.
On the way back home Steph and Kai picked up their plaster casts of some raccoon foot prints in the mud.
Bye girls! Bye Kai and Aksel!
Today however was all about the apple. And relaxing, kinda.
This old cider press is our landlord's. It was his father's and so of course it is hand cranked.
Bet tosses apples down to her dad as one of Dale's little workers comes over to get in the fun. the fun of work. Dale is taking a nap so where else do you go when you're a little boy, but the fun house next door.
A partially filled wheelbarrow fills one of the drums with chopped apples and then the drum is slid forward to the press. And the juice begins to flow.
And the bees are first in line, before the squeeze really gets the flow going.
But then the flow increases and the bees find it hard to hang on. What delicious tawny juice.
Foamy luscious autumnal nectar.