GREETINGS FROM FAR EASTERN OREGON
~October 12, 2019
The weather conditions–again, get our attention. Record cold as well as snow here, and there is in the news. Denver had a drastic 70-degree temperature drop overnight, and people woke up to the bitter cold as well as snow. In the Treasure Valley, it was a bit kinder. But the temperature is raising havoc though–typically this kind of thing waits until December or January.
We have been holding our breath and watching for the hay to get raked. It not only got raked but baled. Next, it needs to find its way to the haystack. Anyhow, that is excellent news all around. There is still a lot of fieldwork, and the local harvest continues.
Hattee’s pups are our focus. Christina is working consistently with them–teaching them how to play and getting them used to various situations.
Cliff has things set up for this cold weather–the earlier than usual arrival of 20-degree temperature caused him to scramble a bit. All is well.
This Week On the Blog…
I was running short on blog material–and the call brought in some good ones. Thank you! If you have a story that you will let me share–I need at least three sentences and a decent photo. I prefer to receive it via email. (FYI–we only use stories that feature the OwyheeStar Weimaraner).
As always, thanks to our faithful OwyheeStar contributors–they make this all possible. (Haha) We sincerely hope our readers enjoyed these updates as much as we did, too.
Sunday— October 6 — Score More (with Stackhouse)
Monday–-October 7— All Too Familiar (Willow)
Tuesday — October 8 — Eight Months (Bart)
Wednesday — October 9 — Parker (In Montana)
Thursday –- October 10 — Brady
Friday — October 11 — Remember Jorja
On a very personal note
Like every week–it was a busy one, but not in an extreme kind of way. We kept busy, and there is no lack of things for us to do. Bored is not in our vocabulary–cabin fever might be though if this is the beginning of winter, and we don’t get lovely autumn. (OMG)
The Fermenting Peppers seem to be doing well. I sampled a tiny one yesterday. (OMG) It was hotter than I expected. Last year the Jalapenos were mild. (Haha) I canned another nine jars of sweet and sour sauce–the last of the canning. Now, I have winter squash and pumpkins to get cooked and frozen.
There was my work at the Art Department –or as Cliff thinks of it, my playing in the mud with my girlfriends. (Whatever, Cliff–Haha)
Cliff is working with Hope–and whenever Stackhouse is not at our feet, or in our lap–there is Hope. She has an unbelievable nose. I had some cheese, so I stashed it in the bag sealed tight along my side under the blanket. She knew it was there –even without seeing it. She kept coming back to try to get to that cheese. Every night she plays ball with Cliff and then climbs in his lap. I think she is shaping up nicely.
All in all, things are as per usual. This morning the Weims see a bunny and raise a ruckus. It is a game for the bunnies–they don’t understand that if the Weims were free, that the chase would be on. They would have to find cover, I think.