Scene of a murder: scratch one rabbit

My yard is overrun with rabbits, and I’ve been writing about our various adventures with them as we try and protect our garden this summer. Yesterday I was out playing with Soolin in the yard when I noted her stopping to munch on something in the grass. Ever since Nori got sick eating something in our neighborhood I have been super paranoid about this, and so I rushed over to stop her.

Turns out she was munching on the last scraps of a rabbit that had been killed and eaten by something in our yard, close to where Nori is buried. There wasn’t much left – a bloodstain in the grass, a few tufts of fur, and part of its head. I was original going to post a photo of this, but it was too gnarly. Use your imagination instead – it was part of the poor rabbit’s skull with all the flesh and skin gone, but the eyeball still sitting in its socket, staring into the photo.

Poor, poor rabbit. It’s hard to begrudge them a little sunflower or cucumber after seeing such a thing.

Another rabbit fence story

Some weeks ago we dug a trench and ran chickenwire around the perimeter of our garden after the rabbits managed to eat up a bunch of our greens. Since then, things haven’t gone especially well. Now another example of how well this is working, courtesy of Susan. She was out walking Soolin one morning this week and Soolin managed to chase a rabbit into the garden. This time, Soolin got into the garden with the rabbit proceeded to chase it around. The rabbit panicked, ran face first into the chicken wire, bounced off it, recovered, and then scampered up over the chickenwire by using it like a ladder.

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Fucking rabbits.

Nori has slipped off to the great dog park in the sky

Our black lab Nori. She died on July 7, 2010

Our beloved black lab Nori died last week after a sudden and mercifully brief battle with cancer.

Her last month was rough. In mid May she contracted salmonella and spent several days in the animal hospital. At one point during this I actually thought she was going to die she was so ill. Susan and I were greatly relieved when she came home and quickly reverted to her normal self.

Sadly this was not to last. After a couple of weeks we noted that she had begun to put on weight, and within a few days of that we knew something was wrong – she was gaining weight too quickly for this to be normal. The vet suggested it might be gas and we spent several days trying a medication, but to no avail. Within a week she was having so much difficulty breathing that Susan took her off to the animal hospital.

We then spent several weeks trying to figure out what was wrong with her. They drained 2 litres of fluid out of her during her first visit. Her recent bout with salmonella confused the diagnosis, but long story short within a couple of anxious weeks that included multiple hospital visits and drainings and a visit to a specialist hospital in Boston, we had a diagnosis – terminal cancer, probably in multiple locations in her body, but certainly in her bladder and almost certainly in her glands.

Within a week or so of this diagnosis, Nori was dead.

Needless to say this completely sucked. Susan and I were shocked and emotionally devastated. About the only good I can say of this experience was that fortunately Nori did not have to suffer very long. She had some rough weeks, with labored breathing and a rapid decline in body weight and stamina, but she was a trooper right through to the end, still anxious for her meals, eager to please us, and ready with a kiss and a wag of her tail, even when it cost her dearly to raise herself up.

She died in our arms at home on July 7, surrounded by those who loved her. Most of the folks who knew her well got a chance to see her at least once before she died. She’s buried in our yard, in view of the picture windows which look out over one of our gardens.

I’ll miss her dearly. Soolin and Nori did everything with Susan and I – they came to work with us, they’d usually accompany us on our errands, they were our hiking companions, they even attended our wedding (in fact, they’re the only people who attended our wedding!). It’s a terrible loss for us.

We’re going to spruce up the flower garden we buried her in, and I’m going to get a memorial page up for her on this site at www.metamusing.net/nori as soon as I have a chance to pull together enough photos for it.

Here’s how well our new rabbit fence works – it protects rabbits

So last weekend we worked half a day, with help from Parker and Steve, to get chicken wire installed on our garden fence. 300′ of fence, buried ~6″ deep and stapled to the existing wooden rail fence. This after I spent several weeks digging the trench around the exterior of the fence.

Yesterday I let the dogs out to do their morning business, and Soolin went zipping off towards the garden, barking. Turns out she had spotted a rabbit. Said rabbit? Inside the fence. Soolin? Stuck outside the fence. Soolin, apparently our only effective rabbit deterrent, was reduced to running furiously up and down the perimeter of the fence, barking madly but impotently. Eventually the rabbit scooted out of the fence and into the nearby shrubbery, but its point was made. We’re debating our next move.

Disturbing vingette

The dogs and I were playing in the yard a couple of days ago when they saw a middle aged woman with a german shepard approaching from up the street and bolted to the fence to bark at her. She was across the street and as she got parallel with our yard her dog suddenly bolted into the street towards our house, dragging her along with it and causing her to faceplant right in the road.

An approaching SUV stopped in time, thankfully, and no one got hit, but there was this awful prolonged moment when she wasn’t responding to repeated queries from me or the driver of the SUV as to her well being. A line of cars grew in both directions as this was going on. By the time I was opening our gate she finally stirred and after a exchanging a few words with the driver of the SUV she tottered groggily off, either ignoring or not hearing my repeated calls offering assistance – the best I got was a quick glance in my direction.

It was disturbing – I couldn’t tell if she was too dazed to actually be walking, or she couldn’t hear me, or if she was pissed about what had happened and had decided it was my barking dogs’ fault and thus didn’t want to engage with me. I ended up standing on the sidewalk watching her totter off down the street, worried the whole time.

Close call in the parking lot

I always set my parking brake, something I am occasionally teased about. This weekend I got an almost painful reminder of why I do. It was snowing hard when I left work on Friday. I stopped at Atkins Farms for a few things on the way home, and forgot to set the parking brake. By the time I got back to the car it was completely shrouded in a light coating of snow. I could not see once I got in. I had Soolin with me and had picked up a small treat for her while in the store, and I started unwrapping it as I started the car. I turned to give it to her and while she was enjoying it I got a funny sensation and suddenly realized I was moving. I slammed on the brake, sending Soolin tumbling, and flicked on the rear windshield wiper. I was maybe half a car length from a small embankment that sits above Atkins, and the car had scooted most of the way through the parking lot, only 5-6 car lengths in total but my path crossed over 3 lanes of parking spaces and an area where there’s normally a lot of foot traffic. I was super lucky no one was walking through the lot when this happened, and that instincts kicked in and I slammed on the brakes before I went over the embankment. It’s only a couple of feet high but nothing good could have come of it. Three cheers for a little Friday luck!

Pisgah forest hike recap

Monadnock and the forest floor from the Pisgah ridgeline

Monadnock and the forest floor from the Pisgah ridgeline

Susan and I had a great Saturday. We started the day by heading north to Brattleboro, VT, where we stopped for coffee and lunch fixings at the local coop. Then we headed East on route 9 to the Pisgah State Forest in NH, where we went on a ~7 mile hike along the Pisgah Mountain ridgeline. It was a beautiful day and the views from the ridgeline were great. By the time we hiked out we were exhausted. We headed further east to Keane, NH, where we stopped for coffee and watched the ‘Freedom Party’ crazies chatter a bit incoherently about their dissatisfaction at a small rally in the heart of Keane. After that we headed south to Greenfield, MA, and visited Greenfield Games. Last stop before home was dinner and drinks at The People’s Pint. I love that place!

All in all we had a fantastic day. The only downers were Soolin, who had to hike with her lead on because of her still-healing hotspot from last weekend, and my sore body which apparently wasn’t quite recovered from last week’s adventure. By the time we got to the car my ankle was super sore.

trail map and links to a gallery of pictures below. One note on the trail map – it’s slightly inaccurate because I had to manually edit the trailmap. If anything, the hike was a bit longer on the southern end of the trail than is represented below because the gps lost signal for a bit while we were in the deep forest towards the SW end of the trail.

Trail Map

http://www.trailguru.com/ui/embed/embedTrack.php?thid=435238&width=500&height=500

Image gallery

You can checkout the image gallery here. Below is a sample image to give you a sense of it:

Beautiful fall colors starting to peak through around a pond on the forest floor

Beautiful fall colors starting to peak through around a pond on the forest floor

High peaks hike up Wright and Algonquin recap

Andrew JT and I summited two of the Adirondack 46ers this weekend, Wright and Algonquin. We had a pretty great time despite it being socked in at the higher elevations.What we lacked in dramatic vistas from the summits we made up for with drama on the hike. Andrew managed to forget his boots and hiked ~9 miles and ~3-4k in elevation change in his slippers, then had his newly installed crown crack out of his tooth while eating lunch. JT broke his arm the week before the hike but stuck with it anyway despite the risk. I hiked in with two dogs to save Nori from having to spend the day alone at home and ended up having to haul both their canine arses up and over some pretty rough terrain. Soolin put a period on the expedition by developing a nasty hotspot on the ride back from the hike, caused (apparently) by her pack abrading her forearm. Still in all it was a fantastic experience. I’ve knocked off 4 of the 46ers now and Soolin’s done 3. We’re already talking about our next trip. Below you can find the map of our hike and a link to a picture gallery with tons of photos.

http://www.trailguru.com/ui/embed/embedTrack.php?thid=428495&width=500&height=600

The image gallery is here.

Remembering Scott Leighton: 1-900-playdnd

Another memory of Scott, this one poking a little fun at him. It’s possible no one outside his family remembers this one.

When I was in high school a proliferation of 1-900 for-pay calling services emerged. They covered every genre under the sun, including porn. Some of them were even free. Scott was still a little kid back then, and somehow he figured out about a 1-900 fantasy role playing game you could play over the phone. I think it played along the lines of those old fighting fantasy books – they’d read you a paragraph of text like ‘you enter a dark room. You can hear scritching noises. Press 1 to cast a light spell. Press 2 to draw your sword. Press 3 turn back,’ etc etc. I suspect F.I.S.T. was the game, though it could also have been Phonequest – I’m not sure. Anyway I remember him telling us about it at the time, and how he was trying to make his way to the end –  if you managed to get to the ending you’d win a prize. You can probably tell where this is going – Scott managed to rack up hundreds of dollars in fees before his parents figured out what he was up to.

We teased him about it at the time, one of those awkward juvenile moments for him where his older brother and friends gave him shit for not having much common sense, but I remember him standing up for himself, trying to explain how his plan was to win the prize – it wasn’t that he didn’t realize he was racking up a bill, he just figured he could make it pay off in the end.

This sort of captures another fundamental piece of who Scott was for me. He was by no means a conventional thinker, and he knew it. He wasn’t embarrased by this, or mostly not, and he wasn’t afraid to defend his ideas even in the face of withering criticism or the good natured ribbing of his friends. The truth is I really admired him for this. I often thought he was a crackpot, but he was a crackpot with a plan and the willpower to carry it out no matter what anyone else thought.

There’s a gallery of all of my pictures of Scott here. I’ve also written a few other remembrances of him, which you can read here.