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First Birthday Bliss!
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It’s her first birthday. For a while we didn’t think she’d make it to this one. We’re sure happy she did. Click on a picture to see the full-sized gallery. Sorry there are so many photos, but it’s hard not to take her picture.
Bliss when we first picked her up.
Here, Mary and I just picked up Bliss from the breeder Susan Liptak.
Just hanging out.
She took to the water right away.
Sailor shares his duck with young Bliss.
Sailor and Bliss became close buds.
This girl loves her sand! She plays on the banks of the Eel River.
Bliss is a forester’s dog. That means it’s her job to go to the woods.
Bliss the “Wild Woods Pup!”
We didn’t know it yet, but Bliss was one sick puppy. She had chewed a toxic mushroom in the morning. In the afternoon we knew something was wrong and headed for the vet.
She spent all week of vacation in the veterinary hospital. The doctor thought she wasn’t going to make it.
The Doctor Bob released her to come back to camp for our last night.
Headed for home and she seemed okay, but we knew she’d need more car because of the nature of the poisoning.
When we got home she had to go back into the hospital.
Once she was back home again she made the best of it.
After a few weeks she was able to return to work.
Bliss says this is more like it!
On the Upper Sacramento River.
On the Trinity River.
Bliss at Dog Creek.
Bliss and Tasha.
Bliss in the Sacramento River.
Bliss and Tasha in the Sierra.
Bliss loves to play and Tasha isn’t immune.
She loves playing with her buddy Sailor.
Bliss points a pheasant in the grass.
She puts a bird into the air.
Bringing home the bacon.
Bliss with her hunting partners.
Bliss, Sailor and Tasha the three amigos.
Bliss one year old.
If you missed her mushroom ordeal you can read about it here:
http://sneakingbliss.com/2015/09/10/saving-bliss/
https://wordpress.com/post/theforesterartist.com/4086
“Timber! The Home Stretch
The view of the art table with one of the spreads in progress.
These were all that’s left to do. All have been started. Mary stretched and mounted them all for me, while I was painting. It’s good to have people! Working multiple illustrations at the same time is a very efficient way to get these done. By Sunday night I had completed two more spreads.
This is the view out my window at my painting table, while I work. Not bad.
Wild Wednesday … The Burr Bear
Mary and I were driving into camp last summer and were approaching a little creek. As we rounded a bend in the road, this bear burst out of the blackberry bushes. It ran across the road in front of us and stopped in the blackberries about 30 feet away. I stopped the truck. It stared at us and we stared back. It appeared to be a young bear. It stayed there for a good 3 or 4 minutes while we took pictures. This bear was covered in burrs. unfortunately, that comes with this territory. 
Wild black bears usually run, but this one didn’t. Maybe, being a young bear it was curious. We’ve seen that before, “Curious Young Bear.” We also suspected that it might be a sow and she had a cub that was still below the road. Perhaps, she wasn’t leaving her baby.
Maybe, it was hoping we might stay and pick all those burrs out of it’s fur. After a few minutes of staring at each other, it ambled up the draw in search of a fresh patch of blackberries.
Tender Moments
Nothing like puppies in the house!
Everyone needs a hug now and then. Tasha and one of her 2-day-old puppies. Too cute.
Wild Wednesday … More Birds at the Mill
Just a few more of our feathered neighbors at the sawmill.
Great Blue Heron
Mallards
Me and Bliss.
Forestry Friday … Raining on the Parade
The woods are silent, but for the sound of falling rain. The log trucks are parked. Winter operations cease when the woods are wet. It all comes to a halt to avoid making a mess of the ground or getting mud in the creeks. The loggers are either in the shop or at home. After four years of drought, it’s good to be rained out.
Wild Wednesday …Rutty Buck
He’s only a 3 x 3, but he’s one big black tail. Our black tail bucks don’t usually have as many points as white tails the same age.
This is his championship confirmation pose. He’s a winner.
This shot was a little fuzzy, but you can see how wide he is. I would estimate 28″ to 30″.
A lot of deer come down to the foothills to winter. I saw this big black tail buck on the way home last week. He wasn’t far from the house. The rut is going on right now and hunting season has been over for awhile, so the deer are unconcerned with people. It’s a great time to shoot them with the camera.
Wild Wednesday … Birds of the Mill Pond
I see this red tail hawk hunting around the pond pretty regularly. The lightning rod stands on the east side of the pond.
Searching for prey.
A black phoebe also searching for prey.
A ruddy duck hen cruises the pond.
Red tail “stink eye!”
The mill pond, also known as the otter pond, is visited by various birds all year long. This was a snapshot of the visitors one day in November.
Wild Wednesday … Who’s There?
Just a great horned owl on twilight patrol.
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