As a child, I despised the Wile E. Coyote and Road Runner cartoon. When I saw it appear on my little black and white television, I would, as fast as I could, turn the channel knob. I felt the Road Runner was cruel. Because of this, I grew up with an admiration for coyotes.
Something I have learned these months at Rivendell is that coyotes are always on the fringe. We believe we have several dens around us. We hear them vocalizing at all times of the day, but in astonishing numbers at dusk and pre-dawn. As we gain experience living amongst these diurnal creatures, it becomes easier to identify their vocalizations and distinguish between socialization and family affairs. The whereabout-siren yips and howls are my favorite. I like the sound, but I also know this distinct behavior is used to self-identify and also identify in unity.
Before you think I’ve romanticized living amongst coyote, I have not. Paul and I have had many discussions about conservation and Rivendell being a sanctuary for all, including the coyotes. And, we’ve also discussed the many ways we may be called upon to protect. It's tricky but we are working it out.
Rivendell has cameras set-up in numerous sites around the property. Generally, coyotes are the star of the show. But, every now and then, other creatures show themselves and help us solve unanswered questions. Like, the mountain lion and kitten footprints we found, are more likely… bobcat.
My plant journal is becoming more detailed with drawings, notes, and sightings. This past week, a new species was observed by the creek. My app identified this fern-like plant as Indian Warrior. If it flourishes in the heavily shaded area, it will bloom bright red flowers. Regretfully, I am doubtful it will grow long enough to self-actualize, as the area is only currently sun-exposed due to the winter-bareness of the surrounding trees.
I was also able to identify our neon green grass. It is not nutsedge as previously suspected. My app states it is panic veldt grass. I read it is good for grazing. To fully confirm its constitution, I will wait for the grass to produce its seeds.
Needless to say, it is growing everywhere and... I absolutely love it.
What I don't love though, is whatever nibbled down every single one of my garlic plants. To my credit, I took the dastardly deed in good stride. When Paul and I planted the raised beds, we made the intention of this first growing being tribute to future gardens. We planted a hodge-podge of seeds with the intent to observe the garden-competing creatures that inhabit the land. Whoever the culprit, they seem to prefer garlic and can't be bothered with the kale or chives. Sightings thus far are grasshopper, stink bug, and snail.
Paul has been working with the bank and engineering, finalizing the construction plans. There are so many details, I don't know how he remains so composed. Just when we think it's all wrapped up, another detail needs to be sorted.
Please keep us in your prayers and thoughts.
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