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Soay Sheep At PsiKeep

Soay yearling sheep

Soay yearling sheep

In October I traded three San Clemente kids for two Soay sheep  ewes and one ram. Soay sheep are naturally timid and bold easily. They are difficult to herd. During the hot months of summer’s end I kept them in the pen with the buckling goats. Things were working out okay. First I had them separated inside a smaller pen within the confines of the goat pen. Later I kept the door of the small pen open so that the sheep could investigate the space where the goats lived. The goats and the sheep seemed to be working out well together.

But as fall approached and the first early rain began to fall I put my animals in the barns for the night. I had to catch the sheep and put them in the stall with the male goats. I tethered the older buck since he was getting aggressive with the younger bucks. I checked them several times before I went to bed to make sure that everything was working out with the animals in the confined space. Things look quiet. Everyone was bedded down.

But the next morning was a different story. The little ran was lying on his side and something was terribly wrong.

Sick ram

Sick ram

I checked his temperature and it was normal. So I determined that he must be injured in some way. I put the goats out and put up a divider between the ram and the ewes since they kept trampling him every time they got spooked which was all the time.

For a week I had fed and watered him. At night I brought him in the house. Since it was so warm with the fire going night and day I kept him in the hallway. During this time he ate and pooped but he would not stand on his feet.

I was finally able to get the veterinarian to come out to the ranch. She took one look at the little ram and diagnosed a neurological disorder from poisoning, possibly from Listeria bacteria. Listeria is everywhere and possibly the stress of being transported from Minnesota brought on the infection.

The vet gave him one injection of BO-SE. For two weeks I injected him twice a day with penicillin. I wormed him, orally, for three days with Panacur and injected him two times a day for three days with vitamin B complex.

By the end of two weeks he was eating vigorously and drinking on his own but still not standing up.

Using an Middle Eastern burro saddle to get the ram to support his weight on his legs.

Using an Middle Eastern burro saddle to get the ram to support his weight on his legs.

The vet suggested that I make a harness for him to get him on his feet. I ended up using a burro saddle with some padding I would place him on the saddle with his feet on either side. It was just high enough for him to begin putting weigh on his legs. I did this twice a day for a half hour each time. Three days later I found him standing on his own and the next day he had broken into the next stall and was standing with the two ewes.

Today he is standing on his own but still turning with his head at an angle.

Little ram standing on his own.

Little ram standing on his own.

As the weeks have passed I have been letting the ewes out to run around. But the little ram will not leave the stall. One sunny day I carried him outside and he did wander around for a short time on his own. I am hoping he is going to outgrow the turning behavior. The vet has suggested more Vitamin B.

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The Mother of All Dragons: Part I

Once again another fire and evacuation story. This time the  fourth fire, the Valley Fire

First image of the Valley Fire

View from the top of the driveway.

September 12, 2015

It was a warm mid-day and I was getting bored waiting for the varnish to dry on the rune circles I was creating to hang on the outbuildings here at PsiKeep. I was casually browsing Facebook when the first posting of a 20 acre fire off of Bottle Rock Road on came up on the screen. I did not think too much about it. It was a small fire and at that time another small  fire closer to Kelseyville was also reported. But when I checked back a few minutes later the first fire was at 400 acres. I called several people up on Cobb Mountain. Neither party answered so I left messages about the fire and went to take a nap. When I woke a couple of hours later the sky in the west was a wall of black and a blood-red sun was throwing a deep orange light across the land.

I loaded my dog, jumped in the car and raced up the long drive. At the top of the drive I took my first photo of the mother of all dragons raging out of the west. I drove out to the lookout point on Spruce Grove Road overlooking Hidden Valley Lake to the east and Cobb Mountain to the west

The Valley Fire from Spruce Grove Road.

The Valley Fire from Spruce Grove Road.

What I saw was horrifying. The sky was filled with towering clouds of black smoke blistering and buckling against the sky and that monster of a fire was racing down the mountain like a juggernaut. Nothing man-made would stop this thing. It leaped from ridge to ridge belching fire storm after fire storm as houses, out buildings, Ponderosa pines and dry chaparral exploded in the heat of its breath.

The Valley Fire from the lookout point on Spruce Grove Road.

The Valley Fire from the lookout point on Spruce Grove Road.

The fire was running to the south-east and my greatest worry was the edge of the fire in the north-west. With the wind up it was aimed right toward Jerusalem Grade.

The north end of the Valley Fire

The north end of the Valley Fire

I jumped in my car and drove down to 29 and headed north hoping to find out more information as to where that wing of the fire was headed.

I made with run up 29 to Spruce Grove Road north without being able to determine anything. The fire was just too big.

The Valley Fire seen from a medow on Spruce Grove road between the north and south entrance.

The Valley Fire seen from a meadow on Spruce Grove road between the north and south entrance.

So I headed back home and began packing to evacuate. Once again you grab the things that mean the most, the dog, the one cat I could catch, the remaining chickens, (Another story to be told later.) hard drives, book projects, the icons from the shrine, computers, my Red Cross bag of toiletries from the Jerusalem Fire evacuation and a few clothes.
And then it is that heart wrenching finality of walking out the door knowing you have given up everything behind you. You’ve let it go hoping for the best and knowing that there was a high certainty that all could be lost.

It was dark by the time I had finished packing the car. The sky to the south was on fire. I set the goats free hoping they would make it as best they could since I had no way of getting them out. I caught the old buck, Jonas, he was still under medication, and tied him to the side mirror of the car. Once again I turned my back on my home and everything I had built and started up the drive leading the goat behind.

At the top of the drive I expected to see fire engines and emergency personnel. The gate at the cinder-block towers was also a fire road leading directly into the ridge behind Hidden Valley Lake but there was no one around. The road was deserted. I parked the car, deciding what to do next when a vehicle came down the road. I flagged it down. Inside the vehicle were a couple of growers and they said that there were no mandatory evacuations for Jerusalem Grade. So I dragged that poor goat back down the drive. I caught the rest of the goats and put them back into the pens. I sat in the car for a long while watching the orange glowing sky in the south while ash and cinders falling thick as silver snow rained down around me.

Samples of two cinders and a charred leaf found in the driveway after the fire had passed.

Samples of two cinders and a charred leaf found in the driveway after the fire had passed.

After a long while I decided to go back into the house and watch the glowing sky from there. Inside I felt like I was living that scene in “War of the Worlds” where the main character is trapped and hiding in the cellar of a house where one of the invading Martian space ships has crashed into structure. The power was gone. I was able to drain some water from the pipes. I wandered around my house with a head lamp while outside danger trampled the land.

The next morning I was still able to use the phone and I called Corky and Sharon Schmitz, where I had stayed during the Jerusalem Grade Fire evacuation. I asked him if I could bring over some chickens. He told me to bring everything over and he would help me transport the goats to his farm.

The intersection at 29 and 53 was closed by the time we had the trailer hitched to Corky’s truck and were ready to rescue the animals. I was able to talk our way back in by saying we were going in to rescue our livestock and they let us pass. Once inside the fire area it was like driving into the heart of darkness. We drove down the road as the smoke thick as fog enveloped us only it fog was hot and choking. We past no one coming either way. The land was empty. Everything was still as death while ahead the horrors burned.

To be continued…

Disaster Blanket

Image of a Disaster Blanket from the Red Cross

Disaster blanket drying on the banister.

I had found this blanket in the trash at the Red cross Center and used it for the dogs to sleep on in the car for the five days we all evacuated. I had just washed it and  hung it on the banister to dry when I heard a tanker flying overhead. I walked around the corner of the house and I could see the beginnings of another fire burning.

View of fire from my driveway

View from my driveway.

 

Image of another new wild fire.

A new wild fire burning.

This fire is just down the road from PsiKeep. It is burning north by west. I am not concerned at the moment because the wind is blowing away from me. But in the afternoon the wind does shift in the opposite direction.

Image of the fire crew and helicopter dropping water.

The fire crew and helicopter dropping water.

I worry about the people and animals in the hill to the north and west of me.

Image of Advisory Evacuation notice.

Advisory Evacuation Notice

I am located a short distance outside the advisory evacuation area. But it is deja vu all over again. I had just cleaned my house. Again. I was unpacking the items I had  evacuated from the last fire, again, when this fire began.

It looks like this one is under control for the time being.

Cal Fire just reported that the forward progress of the fire has been stopped and they have opened the road to residents only.

From my study, where I am composing this post, the roar of the air tankers has diminished and I can no longer see the smoke through the trees.

The San Clemente goats are calm. All seems well. I am waiting to see what develops when the wind shifts.

More on the Jerusalem Fire and the Dragon Who Will Not Lay Down to Sleep

The night of August 9, 2015

That night we put Jonas and the little kid in one of the trailers and I walked back down the driveway to collect the remaining goats while friends and neighbors slowly backed the stock trailer down the drive behind me. The goats were frantic but they recognized me and I was able to lead them into the enclosed yard on the cement slab. I tethered the bucks and one by one we loaded them into the stock trailer. We made a chute out of the cattle panels in the driveway and herded the does and kids into the trailer.

The goats were taken to the Schmitz farm in the next town. After the animals had been unloaded and fed and watered I drove to the Red Cross Center set up at the high school where I work as a substitute. The chickens, the cat and both dogs were put into large cages and fed and watered.

The Red Cross Center was almost deserted and I was treated like royalty by the team, which had little to do especially at 12:00a.m. I was fed chocolate cake and sandwiches and I was starving.

Later as I lay on a cot in that vast dark gym with the smell of the freshly waxed floor I prayed and hoped that the fire did not spread into the valley below PsiKeep and  that everyone’s home out there was safe.

August 10, 2015

The Red Cross was very accommodating but the rooster was crowing and my white German Shepherd was barking at everyone who entered the Red Cross center. So I thought it best that we move on. I was able to connect with Brenda and James who helped me with the goats the night before and we were invited to stay out the evacuation at the Schmidt farm in Lower Lake.

Image of driveway of the Schmidt farm

The driveway of the Schmidt farm

The dogs and I  are living out of the back of the car for the next five days.

Image of the back of the author's vehicle.

Living out of the back of the car.

We set up a pen for the dogs and put my chickens into a coop out back. I fed and watered the goats and put the cat into a larger cage under the trees.

The first morning I helped Corky Schnidt butcher some chickens.

Corky butchering some roosters for winter.

Corky butchering some roosters for winter.

Plucking the feathers from the chickens.

The author plucking the feathers from the chickens with Corky.

Later that morning Brenda and I set off to evacuate her chickens and remaining belongings she wanted to remove from her place.

Image of view of the the fire at the Wal-mart parking lot.

View of the fire at the Wal-Mart parking lot.

We spent the day getting animal feed and supplies for the three of us so we would not be a burden on Sharon and Corky Schmidt.

When we returned later that afternoon we discovered that Voice, my little black dog had broken out of the pen and was last seen running down the street.

Image of Voice,the dog.

Last photo of Voice.

We drove off looking for her. We back-tracked down 29 to Spruce Grove where Day’s Plumbing use to be. We drove out Morgan Valley Road about two and half miles where I finally said “I don’t think she could have gone this far. She is over ten years old and does not get around a lot at PsiKeep.” But that was my mistake. We should have gone further. If we had only gone further up the road.

Two days later on August 12 we got our first lead from the Animal Emergency Center at Spruce Grove Road. The woman said that a report had come in about a dog fitting the description was sighted on Morgan Valley Road and Reif Road, out where the fire was still burning and the road was closed to through traffic. Brenda and I drove out there through miles of blistered hills black and burned out desolation as far as the eye could see.

When we reached the fire crew they told us they had seen the dog but someone had hit her and dragged the body to the shoulder of the road about two miles back.

We found her body about four miles out of Lower Lake. She must have traveled that far before getting hit. She was alone, terrified and struck down probably in the dark when a driver could not see a black dog traveling along the road.

We brought her back to PsiKeep that day and buried her in a hasty grave by the bones of her old buddy Jaffa who died four years before. I will come back when this is over and do the marker right. Now it is just a chain link kennel panel lying on the ground to keep the animals from digging her back up.

A hasty grave for Voice.

A hasty grave for Voice.

To be Continued…

Dragon Multiplying: The Jerusalem Fire

August 9th, 2015

A day of Yurga begins like any other day but on the day come the ending and the re-beginning of the world.

The Rocky fire had burned 69,636 acres and was 70% contained.

It was a clear day out here. I decided to work on some of the rune circles I am building to put on the side of the house and the out buildings.

Image of rune circles.

Working on rune circles for the house and out buildings.

I could hear the helicopters flying overhead and heady equipment still coming down the road above me. I did not think very much about that. Funny how we can get use to almost everything including the sounds of a distant battle being waged.

But the call I got from my neighbor changed everything. He called to say there was a fire down in the canyon below the drop off at the east end of the valley. I went out on the porch to look and saw a tiny wisp of smoke in the east.

Image of the first wisp of smoke.

The first wisp of smoke.

Within ten minutes the smoke had turned into this.

Image of the fire ten minutes later.

Ten minutes later.

And within less than an hour into this.

The Jerusalem fire an hour later.

The Jerusalem fire an hour later.

This was a monster roiling out of the canyon.

Image of the Jerusalem fire out of control.

The Jerusalem fire out of control.

Once again I started packing. I called the chickens into the kennel with some food and caught them one by one, stuffing them into the cage in the back of the car. I caught Little Hitler, the cat and got her into a carryall. I grabbed the same stuff: sketches, the book project, hard drives and computers, the altar icons. I even re-packed the raven feathers.

I kept calling for help to transport the goats. But no one was responding. The fire was sweeping up the slope of the hills at the east end of the valley about two miles away. At dusk they came to tell me to get out. I told the sheriff I was packed and ready to go but waiting for help with the goats. It was getting dark and no one was coming.

Finally I grabbed Jonas, the older buck, and tethered him to the side mirror of the car. I managed to grab one of the kids and threw her on top of the dogs in the car. I turned the other goats free and set off up the driveway. Some of the goats ran after me for a short way but then turned back. Slowly I made my way up the driveway leading Jonas while the kid and dogs were scrambling across my belongings in the back of the car.

Suddenly I could see Jonas was not following behind. I stopped the car afraid he was collapsing. But what I discovered was worse. He had caught his horn in the wheel well. I got out and tried to get the tip of his horn free. But the curve of his horn was just the right shape and size of that space for the wheel.

Image of goat horn.

Curve of Jonas’s horn.

At last I was able to work the tip of his horn free and we set off once again with the fire raging at our backs.

I got to the top of the drive way just as help arrived.

To be continued…

More On The Dragon Among Us – Part V

August 6 Day 9

Note: Please note that this entry of the past three days was under construction when the Jerusalem Fire broke out. I have entered them  now to keep the events in this story in chronological order.

The satellite fire map indicates  hot spots in the south The fire has moved to the south which is now closer to me if the winds blow back toward the north.

Satellite fire map

Satellite fire map

I have no startling images to share. I am too close to the belly of the beast and the fire is too spread out. There is nothing but smoke in the sky in the south east.

The fire is now as large as San Francisco.

Overlay of the Rocky fire and San Francisco as comparison

Overlay of the Rocky fire and San Francisco as comparison

Jon Stewart is leaving the Daily Show and all day NPR has been playing interviews of Jon Stewart. It is an end of another era.

I am  keeping a close eye on the south where I am unable to see anything. The hot spots are still too far away. I think I will go down and open up an abysses on one of the goats. I am too exhausted to cut back more brush. Most of it has been cut away but this place has a lot of trees. There is not much more I can do but be vigilant and ready to move out if need be.

 August 7 Day 10

It is Friday and I made a trip to the county seat to pay on the property taxes. The car held up all the way which is encouraging. When I returned the smoke was thick in the air once again but the fire is south by east and the dragon is beginning to lay down.

I gave the older buck, Jonas, another bath and scrubbed away more dead skin and hair. He is looking a lot better. The new hair is growing back. And the wounds where the other bucks had attacked him are almost healed.

Image of an older San Clemente Buck

Older San Clemente possible diet deficiency.

I have been giving him zinc and coconut oil in his feed and I am waiting for the supplements to arrive by UPS. But they will not come out here until Monday due to the fire. The little buckling with the abysses is also improving. The wound is drying up and have been giving him 2 cc of penicillin a day.

The day ended in that darkness that comes without the power.

I was watering the goats when the water stopped flowing. First I looked for kinks in the hose. None. I ran around looking to see if I left a hose bib on. There were no hose bibs draining out the water. Panic. Is my well pumping dry? The gauge says zero. No flow; no pressure Then I noticed that the light in the shop was out. I went inside and sure enough I had no power. As it turned out there was another fire in Sigler Canyon and a transformer blew up. One rumor had it that the transformer was hit with retardant. That night I read by headlamp until the power came on around 10:00p.m. I shut down the place hit the bed.

August 8 Day 11

I spent the day cleaning the house and unpacking the stuff I had grabbed to evacuate. Most of the space in the car had been taken up with a cage for the chickens, two carry cages for the cats and room of for the dogs. I had filled the rest of the space with things I thought were important. The hard drives and the computers made a lot of sense. The bag with the boots was probably practical as was the cash. The icons on the altar were for comfort. But the raven feathers? What was I thinking? Maybe they were to tie me to the earth. Soul food.

I use to have this all down. In Topanga I evacuated a number of times. I knew exactly what to grab after the animals were packed in the car. It was always the latest art project and irreplaceable things. But this time the car was too small and I am in between art projects. So I was stumped. This experience has taught me that I need to better organize my possessions and get focused on an art project.

Image of the satellite map of the Rocky fire.

Satellite map of the Rocky fire.

At the end of the day I checked the satellite map again and noticed same seven little circles of hot spots in the south. Seven yellow dots may make a big difference on how this day plays out.

 

Who Says There Are No Dragons – Part IV

August 3: Day 6

This is the image you want to see in the sky these days.

Image of helicopter bringing water

Helicopter bringing water.

The fire has grown to 66,000 acres and is 12% contained which means it is still out of control.

Each day begins clear again but as soon as the wind picks up the dragon is on the run.
The southern end of the fire just keeps re-igniting. The tail of this dragon just will not lay down.
Today is scary. At 3:55p.m. the wind is all over the place today.
The dragon continues to lumber north chewing through the dry chaparral and dry timber. By the afternoon it has jumped Hwy 20.

August 4, Day 7

The Rocky fire is 67,000 acres and  20% contained. The fire is as large as the city of San Francisco.

Today started like any other day The satellite fire map indicted we were down to only one hot spot. Yeah!

Satellite Fire map on08/04/15 at 9:46p.m.

Satellite Fire map on o8/04/15 at 9:46p.m.

But then I got a call from a neighbor who said we were on Mandatory evacuation. And I just brought the goats back home last night!

I have no images. There was no one to take pictures of me running around with a chain saw cutting down the vegetation close to the house and around the upper trailer. By the end of the day I was too exhausted to shower. I fed the animals and fell on the bed asleep.

If this place goes at least I gave it my best shot.

August 5th: Day 8

Still cutting brush on PsiKeep. My summer was measured by this length of brush cut and stacked for the county chipping crew to chip it up for me. Right now is seems like a big liability with all this dry brush stacked along the upper drive.

 

Image of brush cut and stacked

Brush cut and stacked.

But at the end of the day the county chipping crew arrived.

Image of county chipping crew

County chipping crew.

A big weight off my shoulders. It felt like such a relief to be watching someone else handling all the brush. I stood in the living room with a cold glass of hard cider as I watched all my summer efforts turn to saw dust.

View of chipping crew through living room window

View of chipping crew through living room window

After the crew has left I looked out over the area below the upper trailer and see nothing but saw dust on the ground where that 100 foot pile of tinder had been stacked.

 Image of cleared driveway and dog

Cleared driveway and dog.

Tonight I slept well but the fire is still burning and 43 residents from this fire have burned to the ground.

Who Says There Are No Dragons – Part II

August 1: Day 4

This morning on the 4th day I heard a strange pattering. I thought there was something wrong with the printer. I was fumbling around with the cables when I realized, IT WAS RAINING.

For a few extraordinary moments the rain washed the ashes off of the porch then disappeared like moth into the morning. Out in the wasteland the dragon slumbered on embers in the burnt out canyons waiting for the wind to raise it back to life. Meanwhile it looked like a good day and I thought maybe I can bring home some goats.

Image of early morning plums rising

Early morning plums rising.

I went to feed the herd and get some supplies. It took me most of the day. As I was unloading the car I noticed two firemen from Cal Fire parked in the middle of the road out in the valley. Were they stationed to keep people from driving back into the evacuation zone? But they were parked the wrong way. Later I saw that they were gone and I could only surmise that they had gotten lost.

Image of two firemen parked on the road.

Two firemen parked on the road.

By the time I went to feed the goats in the evening things had shifted for the worst.

Image of the fire blowing into the shape of a vortex.

The wind is blowing the fire into the shape of a vortex.

Image of the eastern sky dark with smoke.

The eastern sky dark with smoke.

In the dark sky plumes were rising from spot fires. By night fall the dragon was simpering in the wasteland.  All was strangely silent. The aerial defense had retreated for the night and the glow from the distant fire was the only sign of the horrors enveloping out there.

Image of the glow from the fire out in the National Park.

Glow from the fire out in the National Park.

Who Says There Are No Dragons

July 29, 2015. I looked up from my writing to see a mushroom cloud through the trees outside my window. This was beginning of the Rock fire.

Image of two fires the first day

Two fires the first day.

I walked up the drive and saw that there were two fires burning in the north. One was a spot fire that must have developed quickly because it was almost the size of the original fire by the time I took this image.

By nightfall another dragon was born.

Imge of Setting sun reflected off the smoke

Setting sun reflected off the smoke

Before dark I began to set up evacuation plans. I used Facebook to try to find someone who would take the goats. While I was waiting for a response I began prepping the place as best I could. I dropped the tarps and swept out the rain gutters and the roofs of the main house and the outbuildings, climbing around in the dark while the dragon rolled and churned through the wilderness in the north.

Using a lamp strapped to my head I caught one cat and got her into a cage. I made room in the back of my broken down Subaru for two cat cages and a cage for the chickens. I began packing and loading the car with hard drives, the alter, the latest project, irreplaceable items, a pair of boots, notes and printed versions of the book. The things one takes when looting your life in the face of a fire.

By the time I got several responses for places to put the goats I was exhausted. I was beyond exhausted. My heart was pounding in my chest and my knees were turning into jello and the first flames were spilling over the crest of the ridge.

Image of the first night. The flames are spilling over the ridge.

First night. The flames are spilling over the ridge.

On the road above I could hear the neighbors driving out with their horse trailers. The night was strangely quite. I felt like I was one of the left behind. Spot fires were burning on the ridge in the north.

image of the glow form the fire on the first night

The glow from the fire on the first night

 

I have to thank the couple who came to my rescue, although it did not end well. They managed to back their 20 foot horse trailer down the drive. We worked until 5:00 a.m. getting all the San Clemente goats into that trailer.

I managed to get an hour of sleep before the sun came up.

Morning brought a clear sky on Day 2.

 

Image of the fire on day 2.

Day 2. the fire is flaring up again.

The person who took the goats could not keep them so I spent the day finding another place for them to stay. By the time I got home it was armageddon all over again. The dragon was loose on the world.

The fire fighters put up a brave fight with the aerial bombing of fire-retardant. By dark all was quiet.

Sunrise Day 3.

Image of the sunrise through the fire.

Sunrise on Day 3

The day was so clear I thought I  could see if I could find someone with a truck to bring the goats home. But by the time I finished feeding the evacuated goats out where they were staying  the smoke had returned.

I am back at PsiKeep writing this blog. The road is closed. The fire is running to the north by northwest. I am going to stop now to see if I can get out to feed the goats at the end of the day. I will probably load the car again with all the stuff I have chosen to evacuate and take the animals with me. If I can get back in I will to try to stay here as long as  I safely can.

News from PsiKeep – April 2015

“Through the green fuse drives the flower” into an uncertain spring.

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Sunlight through the Japanese maple leaves

 

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Cactus and succulents draped in protective cloth for the winter cold.

The shrouded cactus and succulents waiting for a winter which never came. The nursery cloth was removed  at solstice time even though we had a late cold spell in early April.

San Clemente Goat Kids

San Clemente doe and kids

San Clemente doe and kids

Kidding season has come and passed. PsiKeep  has 10 new San Clemente doelings and one buckling for sale. Kids are available now. Navigate to http://www.psikeep.com/ranch/sale.html for more information.

Dog and kids watching each other

Dog and kids watching each other

Getting Ready for the Fire Season

We finally got the broken tree removed from  the upper goat pen.

fallen branch  from blue pine

Fallen branch from blue pine in 2011

Some of the other trees were thinned this spring. Here the goats are feasting on the oak leaves.

Working so hard to get this post uploaded I forgot the last entry.

Garden below house

Garden below house

A section of the flower garden below the house which no one gets to see unless they are weeding the vegetable garden.

Now that I have shown all the beauty of spring at PsiKeep, the next post will detail some of the grunt work on putting the ranch and the art center together single-handed.

Best to all.

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