From two to one

Tragedy! Goose escaped. Apparently without much difficulty, either. On Monday there was a break in the near constant rain and thunderstorms and we (well, I) thought it would be nice for the little geese to try out the big world from the safety of our "chicken yacht." This is simply a nice big cage constructed of chicken wire with two detachable wheels for pulling it around the yard. In summer the chickens, after their daily office job of laying eggs for us, get to go out in it and peck at bugs and wallow in dirt and eat grass and otherwise be happy but also safe chickens. The enclosure is roofed with the wire about 18" off the ground. It has a corner enclosed with a tarp in case of rain or hot sun, and is generally ideal for flightless birds that need sun.

So we set the yacht up in a nice puddly part of the yard. Some grass, some sand, some water - you know, goose heaven. It was a nice sunny day, about noon. I made a little straw "nest" in the corner under the tarp, put in a generous container of chicken feed, and stuck the little protesting guys in.

Storm of course found this operation very interesting. She prowled around with ears pricked and a very intent expression. However, she was completely unable to get at the goslings who appeared to be quite happy exploring a 100 square foot area rather than the 5 square foot area they are generally stuck in (the woodbox). So I watched them happily for a while. I like watching happy animals. Then I went in to get lunch and watch news so as to see pictures of the disastrous flooding in our province (which I can relate to).

20 minutes later I sauntered out to check and sure enough, there is only one pert little head, wandering around and disconsolately peeping. Of Goose there was absolutely no sign. My panic was slow in building because I simply couldn't believe there was any way for her to get out. However, after circling with Storm as an interested companion I carefully checked her jaws for blood. Nope. Then I saw Maverick hurl himself at the chicken wire and get partway through. His chest was too big, but this was probably how Goose had managed her Houdini act. Aaagh! We have two supremely predatory cats, plus Storm. I started to circle the tall grass in the area. Nothing. Then, with a sinking heart I started to look in all the usual spots the various animals bring their "meals" to worry over. Nothing in the tack room of our barn. Nothing in Storm's various shady haunts. No signs of digging. Jeepers, I was only in the house 20 minutes! How far could a 5 oz little downy package with oversize feet go?!

Anyway I spent at least an hour scouring the very buggy and marshy undergrowth that used to be our kids' play area. If I passed her, she was very effective in hiding as I have seen no sign of the little girl. I had to leave a note for the kids as I had to leave before they got home to be at a School Community Council meeting. Poor kids were not too pleased with me when I returned at supper time. Neither was Maverick, whom I had obviously returned to his safe woodbox and who was still looking around for his sister.

So, sadness in the circle of life. I hope she makes it but that night and the next day we had about 30 hours of torrential downpouring. Although it wasn't cold out, the down on these little guys doesn't seem to hold any warmth once wet. They tend to shiver after being in the bathtub about 15 minutes. Ideally, their mom would be herding them into the nest and probably sitting on top of them so they can get dry and warm. It's so sad!

We now have a dilemma regarding Maverick. I didn't have any problem with the two of them in captivity. They had each other to comfort and be "geese" with. We were not trying to make pets of them - merely keep them safe and warm and fed until the weather and their strength would allow us to release them, hopefully to an adoptive goose family. So this morning the kids and I took Maverick out (having locked up all the predators we own) to the nearest slough where we know a goose family lives. We put him in the shallow water in the deep grass and bade goodbye. Then we went in to breakfast.

So the kids left for the bus, subdued, and I went to check on Maverick. Okay, he was right where we left him, disconsolately nibbling on grass, pretty wet, starting to shiver, and basically with a big sign around his neck saying "tasty snack for no effort." No other waterfowl in sight at all. I couldn't do it.

Back he went to the woodbox. I think the kids will be ecstatic when they get home. I myself now feel like I've made a commitment to a wild thing that I am woefully underqualified to carry out. However, I think that him being lonely and bereft here is infinitely better than him being lonely, bereft, cold, wet, and very quickly dead. So our inadequacy is probably one step up from just euthanizing him.

All this on the day of Seth's grad! Which is exciting - at least as exciting as a Grade 8 grad gets. So lots of mixed feelings. Yesterday I spent the whole day being an OT mom. I made a daily schedule for summer, then made a ton of visuals with draws for housekeeping jobs, a point system to motivate my "helpers" and workout logs to solidify the family aspect of things that I like to do. I feel much better about summer holidays now. I was starting to get worried about the inevitable constant conflict between need for housework to get done (cooking, cooking, dishes, and more cooking, with small breaks to replace toilet paper, etc.), my desire to do stuff like horses and gardening with the kids, my real need for breaks from noise and activity to regroup, and the knowledge that if I spend the summer reacting to the kids' needs, we'll never remember to plan the fun stuff, have friends over, go camping, etc. So now I've sufficiently structured my life to adapt to my considerable sensory processing needs. Hooray.

The kids were initially dismayed to come home and see a schedule which included housekeeping tasks, but after I read it over with them they felt better. There are generous dollops of free time each day, along with the all important coffee breaks. We'll be fine. Regimented, but fine. And a happy mom makes a happy home. So there.

Dan and I have also taken the plunge and purchased a track skidsteer to begin priorizing this business in earnest. If all goes well, he will be gone for lots of the summer working, and I am okay with this in theory. I am just going to have to rely on my oft-preached strategies to a very great extent to actually enjoy the time with my family, which I really mean to do. We'll see how many times I post here, though!

Animals we love

"Goose" and "Maverick"

a dead dog - no, wait, that's just Storm not living up to her name

the horses were being incredibly playful and the goats were fascinated . . .

Oreo and Gingersnap hanging out in their cool clubhouse (the ash pit under the bread oven!)

Nip and Tuck

Okay, here are the animals that we now are responsible for taking care of:

• 3 horses
• 2 goats
• 1 dog
• 2 cats
• 18 chickens
• 1 uromastyx (some kind of desert reptile)
• 2 comet goldfish
• 1 Betta fish
• 2 orphaned Canada Geese goslings

This is getting to be a lot. It's a lot of classes of animals and a lot of personalities. However, this is definitely something we have always wanted to do and so the various animal chores are generally done with a remarkable lack of complaint on anyone's part. It is so much fun to observe various kinds of "normal" behaviour. For instance, goats always look like they are moving in stop motion photography. They have this habit of freezing into utter stillness, then exploding into an ecstasy of jerky but strangely coordinated motion, then freezing again to check out if they are missing anything fun. They always remind me of four year old children - constantly alert to the possibility of snacks or outings to really great playgrounds. The little goslings are still in our house and they have this incredibly melodic little whistling peep that seems to descend about a five note scale when they are content. I've never heard it before but it is really relaxing to write to. They are starting to smell, though, so I think the days in our woodbox are numbered.

Our cats are brother and sister. I actually got the girl, Nightfall, spayed. We have had lots of kittens in the Attic here and my original plan of letting nature take its course in terms of natural selection by coyote, was really not working. I couldn't believe how safe our yard was! Anyway, Cougar is not neutered and therefore is likely responsible for lots of overpopulation but I'm afraid I'm irresponsible enough to think that that is someone else's problem. I cannot quite get over spending the $140 for a female barn cat. Only about a month after which she was so badly shaken by a neighbour's dog that I thought she was a goner and all I could think of was all that money down the drain. Hard and cold, but I gotta say we've been through quite a few cats and the affection has worn down in my soul for them. They do not leave the barn as clean as they found it.

Anyway, what is funny about the cats is that they are constantly coming and going on extended hunting trips and every single time they come and go our dog, Storm, gets all excited about their travels and tries to run them down to kill them. Except she knows, and they know, that that is not at all allowed. So she tears across the lawn after them, and they hiss and arch and/or climb up the nearest fence pole and/or lie flat and when she reaches them you can see her going "Darn! I can't kill you and I would so like to!" So she noses them just to make sure they didn't morph into a wolverine or something allowable to kill. And then everyone continues on. This has been going on for about 4 years and I don't think anyone has softened in their various roles. It's so funny because it seems so pointless. I don't know why they don't claw her nose off, but they don't seem to get all that upset.

The horses are horses to the core. They are all about the grass. We let them out for about 4 hours a day most days now to graze down our lawn. We have never even owned a lawnmower. I think what is funny about them is when you see them lying down on the grass like enormous dogs, grazing. Like standing would be too much work. I guess it's just like us flopped all over a couch eating chips and watching TV. You just don't think of horses as being that lazy.

Well, it's raining again now. We have a week of thunderstorms planned (thanks to the weather network) and today certainly delivered. I was able to watch an absolutely enormous thunderstorm boil up slowly and majestically starting over the burnt forest and eventually turning the sky completely black before the impressive sound effects began followed by a pretty unnecessary rain (as far as our sloughs are concerned).I was talking to my sister in law in Texas at the time and it was really amazingly hard to believe she couldn't see what was happening. But no, where she was it was sunny and hot. Which I guess it is a lot down there. Anyway, when the storm finally sailed away the air was so clean and fresh, and now the next one appears to be whipping itself up.

I feel at the moment that I have completed enough adventures for a while and that sitting and watching thunderstorms brew up is about my speed, so I'm not upset about the forecast. I did want to ride between my friend's place and mine on Friday again, but as every single muscle seems to scream in protest when I get up in the morning, a rain check might be okay for that, too. Being over 40 is so exactly as billed. I remember learning in some therapy class about the aging process and physiology and how absolutely every system in our body just starts this inevitable deterioration somewhere between 35 and the age I am currently at. I gotta say, I'm feeling it. I can still do lots of things and I'm in probably better shape than I've been in in a while, but it costs me so much more! I'm constantly aware of plantar fascitis, vulnerable knees (both medial and lateral collateral ligaments), both rotator cuffs in entirety but biceps tendons in particular, and now this darn SI thing (which thankfully appears to be resolving itself). Not to mention memory loss and slower reflexes and a greatly honed tendency to store fat at the slightest opportunity. Falling off a horse at 25 it was not the same experience as it is now. Oh well. The one advantage is all the wisdom gained, right? Ha, ha.

This blog post is not about anything in particular - I just felt like avoiding putting away the supper dishes. However, the kids are getting ready for bed and I should probably re-enter their lives before they complete that process, so I guess I'll leave my random musings at that.

"just another ordinary miracle today . . ."

Well, we made it and we kicked butt

us, after


WE GOT 14 CHASE POINTS!!

This may not seem like much to you but it really was a HUGE achievement to us! It was such a great day. Completely unlike last year weather-wise. Last year we were battling heat but this year the night before there was a terrific thunderstorm which was funny because we drove all day Friday through beautiful prairie weather. The clouds were situated directly over Calgary so that they beganas we hit the city limits. We stayed with one of Dan's aunts who was such a super hostess and probably was responsible for ourterrific performance based on the excellent nutrition she provided the night before and the day of. Not to mention scrumptiously comfortable accommodations. Thankyou!

us, before

So in the morning, as predicted (and I had clicked every button I could on the weather network hoping to find some kind of dissenting opinion), it was raining hard and fairly cool. Oh well, we were prepared with good rain jackets and a laminated map. Juanita is now an expert chaser. She had little sticky arrows and a system of numbered blank stickers for my home "command central" to fill in as they decoded the clues for us back home in Crutwell. We got our T-shirts, avoided the cheesy warmup routine and impatiently waited for the first directions so we could run a long way to even get our clue sheets.

Yep, it was a long way. My right hip was bothering me all week because I somehow screwed up my SI joint last weekend (probably lunging Jetta who was trying to gallop away with me while I was trying to make clear to her the meaning of a circle - and how to stay calm while going fast - which I'm not upset at her for because it is hard for both of us). So anyway, we ran off and I was thinking this might be a long day. However, as long as I dropped to the ground at every possible line-up and did the stretches Dan gave me, I stayed more or less mobile and actually the pain sort of numbed as the day went on :) I always believe that's a good thing. So we got our clue sheets.

beginner enthusiasm

Then our first task was to actually locate the Staples that I had painstakingly mapped out beforehand so we could fax the clues to my kids who were waiting at home. I was so thrilled when it appeared in front of us right where it was supposed to be! Juanita is really good with directions while driving, but not on foot. I am exactly the reverse. I hate driving and navigating at the same time however on foot I can usually keep my bearings. Anyway, once we got there I felt like the rest of the day could unfold however it would - I was no longer stressed. We faxed the clues and made lots of copies thinking that ours would probably get soaked. We were right. I stretched on the floor at Staples. Who cares.

Then we were off with a huge advantage because a) we didn't have to decode the clues ourselves and b) Juanita is a veteran and so had knownto buy the Calgary Sun that morning where a bonus clue was hidden near the back. So we already had a destination while the kids got to work. This was the fun part. We had to get to Banff Trail Community Centre on public transit (free for all chasers all day) and on foot and meanwhile as clues got solved the kids would call me on my cell and Juanita would write the locations down on the map and then add little sticky arrows so we could figure out clusters. Yes, we are keeners.

The first chase point at the above named Centre was an unfortunate way to start the day however. They made us play a sort of ping-pong against another team. We tried to get the ball in a cup of unidentified fluid, whereupon they had to drink the fluid. Same for us. The first team to hit all 6 cups could leave and the other team had to drink the remainders. Motivating. So I drank the first cup and it tasted just like warm KoolAid. We had clarified that there was no pee in the cups but the other ones sure looked like it. When I finally had to drink a yellowish fluid I nearly died. It tasted like malt vinegar. There was at least half a cup of it, too. So Juanita had to drink the second oneof the same taste and she nearly threw up. No sympathy from the volunteers and then the water fountain was not working!!!

oh boy.

So it turned out that the yellow stuff was just tobasco sauce in water. Pretty strong too. We tasted that for at least the next 3 hours. I don't ever want to taste tobasco sauce again. Thank goodness I had brought gum along.

Anyway, we headed off and after that it seemed like everything went right for us. We were in a section of town where few other chasers were and so there were no line-ups and the chase points were fun. Here's a rundown of what we had to do:

1. disgusting liquids

2. I had honey smeared all over my legs, then had to jump in a kiddie pool of feathers and locate two marbles of the same colour. This went well because it was pouring and I had picked up a free hand towel at registration so it was easy to clean off in the puddles of McMahon Stadium where we were.

I discover a hidden talent for matching marbles while tarred and feathered

3. Slider stadium (ball team) had pictures of coloured baseballs taped to the seats of the stadium. We had to find the 5 purple ones and add up the numbers on them and bring them back to the start. It was really downpouring for this so it was hard to write down numbers.

(We then had an unfortunate incident with hopping a fence and one of us splitting one of our pants in a completely compromising way. Thank goodness it was raining because we had a jacket that could be draped across so as to maintain a minimum level of decency for the next chase point - en route to a shopping mall!!!)

4. Beach Volleyball - due to the aforementioned incident our mobility was somewhat compromised and so our play was probably not up to par. We just had to get 3 points but unfortunately we let through 3 other teams before we succeeded.

5. Tackle football - helmets and pads and shoulder rolls and tackling and throwing and so on. But this was one of the two chase point locations where our donation chase point (6) could be recognized and credited to us so this was fantastic.

reminds me of growing up with three brothers.

(Quick stop at a handy mall to buy one of us a new outfit. Pizza to go. Rain tapering off. Taste of tobasco sauce lessened by the pizza. New energy in our steps.)

7. Curling rink. Oh man this was embarrassing. Not that anyone was really watching but the volunteer but I suck at curling. So I ended up having to throw a Scottie stuffed animal from like ten feet away and all I had to do was hit the big red circle and I missed that! The volunteer told Juanita she really could mock me now.

see the cute little Scottie toy? I can't believe I just missed that shot.

8. Rogers Video Blackberry scavenger hunt. I'm ashamed to say that we scared small children. We were supposed to get 4 people inside the store to jump while we took a picture and we asked two men and they flatly refused. So then we asked these two little girls who looked frightened and edged away and then we found their mom after being suitably appalled at ourselves. Mom and girls and I jumped for the camera and all was well.

the ice cream tumor was so worth it.

9. Oh, this was great. Peter's Drive-In. Juanita was blindfolded and had to feed me ice cream by putting the end of the spoon in her mouth and scooping it up. That was the best ice-cream I have ever tasted. When I had finished gulping it down as fast as possible we begged and they let Juanita have a bowl as well. Good thing. We were now close to 2 pm and we already had 9 chase points and we were set to go hard for the last two hours.

Juanita doing her thing.

10. This was also great. We got to the Calgary Boys and Girls club and found to our surprise that it was a climbing wall! Hooray! So this time I got to be blindfolded and had to climb to the top while Juanita gave directions. Actually, I think I would prefer to do all climbs blindfolded. I had to stop and remember to breathe frequently. It was extremely scary but not near as much as if I could have looked down. I just kept telling myself that I was only two feet off the ground. When I could whip off my blindfold at the top I nearly fainted but then I rappelled down and it was all good. I just had to stop shaking.

(We were signed up as Enduro-chasers - meaning that we were going for as many as possible rather than as fast as possible, so now we tried to plan a route back to the finish line that would get us a few more points.)

11. A hula hoop challenge in a park that was kind of fun although it is interesting to see that some people can actually do this without cheating at all. Not us, apparently.

12. The German clue! This was great because my family decoded it by emailing the clue to our German neighbours. So handy. Anyway, it was just a fun challenge with balloons - including wandering around picking up objects with a balloon wedged between our heads. Very tricky.

13. Almost back - we're now in the downtown area again and we made it to the HiFi Club which turned out to be our funnest one. This was some sort of Ninja club and they had us do a whole range of Ninja stuff with penalties being leg raises, pushups, etc. At the end we had to successfully remember a Japanese symbol from a range of options and when we did we had saved a whole village with our excellent Ninja skills!! It was so much fun.

14. It's twenty minutes to go to the cut-off and we had about 10 blocks to run but we ducked into a bar two blocks away that seemed to be a chase point. Nobody there but a waiter - no, wait - there was a station tucked away in the table area. We had to quickly cut out pictures of 6 old albums and arrange them in the order of their release - Joshua Tree, Eurythmics, Hotel California, Slippery When Wet, etc. We had NO idea. So we called Jeremy - Juanita's husband, and even though he was in the midst of buying a quad and distracted he could do this off the top of his head. I can't believe it. But he saved the day!

Now all we had to do was race to the finish line. We were both incredibly tired and sore. The pizza was a long time ago now. We started off and these two little energizer bunny chasers were ahead of us consulting a Blackberry. They confidently told us to follow them. Which we did without thought which was a mistake. After running for about 5 blocks they were way ahead of us and all of a sudden they're coming back! No! Sure enough. We should have trusted our instincts! They were totally wrong and we now were actually farther from the finish line then we were at the last chase point. So, so much for walking quickly. We ran hard and then ran more, and then were nearly there and ran more. And friendly pedestrians gave us encouragement and told us we had 6 minutes left. And we ran more. And there it was!

So, we made it with 4 minutes to spare. Wow. And were very sore. And were very grateful to our aunt because she was okay with us coming back and showering at her place even though she had company (who looked extremely clean and not sweaty and had absolutely no honey, feathers or tobasco sauce sticking to their shoes). And then we sank gratefully into our seats in the car and drove back to Hepburn and then I slept hard and came home yesterday morning and thus endeth my second Calgary City Chase adventure.

So doesn't this make you all want to try it?

City Chase 2011!!

Hooray! It's only three sleeps away! This has got to be one of the great summer adventures that has been made for adults. I can't wait. I've just hopefully managed to figure out the template email to some of my friends/family asking for pledges to support the City Chase cause - Right to Play. If you want to check this out you can look up righttoplay.ca. We need to raise at least $50 and we'll get the first of our Chase Points before we even start - so help us out please! Click here if you can help. Hopefully this works.

Just as an overview - we will spend exactly 6 hours trying to navigate throughout a huge amount of Calgary using either public transit or our own two (four, I guess) feet. We start with a clue sheet which my kids will be helping us with via fax and cell phone as a lot of the clues require internet access (this is after all sponsored by Blackberry!). So I'll be running while talking on the phone to them as they help us from Crutwell to decipher various codes and puzzles and sites and so on. We then figure out the fastest way there (usually Juanita wants to follow other "chasers" as opposed to any more intellectual approach). Then if we succeed in finding the place we still have to do something. I draw the line at eating bugs, although that is not out of the question. Last year I listed all the things we did - the worst being climbing the entire Calgary Tower. Ouch. The best was kayaking, though - that was refreshing.

I am quite jazzed up and have been working out like a maniac since December partly just for this event. However, I am definitely past 40 so we'll see how I survive! Juanita is much more peppy in the morning than I am. She got me through the first few hours definitely. However, after I downed a Teen burger - while running up a hill! - around noon I started to feel like a real athlete and we did pretty darn great - finishing with 11 chase points in good time.

Anyway, I'll let you all know how it goes!