Little owl

More bird excitement around here! I heard the distinctive thud of a bird hitting our large dining room windows the other evening right at dusk. It was loud enough that I walked from the other side of the house to check it out. I cringed when I realized that it was a little bird of prey crumpled in the rocks under the window, but as I stepped outside, it looked up at me. It had a very tight grip on a twig.

I picked it up, snapped this quick photo with the flash, then set the owl down on an outside table. It stood up fine, so we waited.

Ole calls it "Mad Owl."

After two or three minutes of watching and waiting, it flew off into the trees. We ran right to the bird books and I'm pretty sure it's a Northern Pygmy Owl. Interesting fact: these guys are diurnal and are also active at dawn and dusk.We figure it was hunting near our birdfeeders when it hit the glass. I'm just so happy it survived!
Here's a photo of my cute little owl. We visited a pumpkin patch just before Halloween and squeezed him into last year's costume.

Clamming

On our last trip to the beach we learned a handy new skill: how to dig for razor clams. When the clams are in season and the tide is super low, thousands of people flock to the beach to dig their limit of clams. This low tide, called a minus tide, was right at sunset. Chowder here we come!

The technique is pretty simple: look for small divot in the sand and dig straight down quickly. We used special aluminum clam guns that we borrowed from some experienced diggers. They also showed us some helpful tricks and tips.

I scored a clam on this pull. See its creepy neck (or is that the foot?) protruding from the shell in the foreground?

Ole got a big kick out of helping grandpa. As dad pulled up a tube of sand, Ole would quickly fill the hole back in with his shovel. Not the best technique if the clam's still down there, but he sure enjoyed it. See the distant masses of people?

We ultimately decided that digging for clams is much more enjoyable than actually cleaning and eating them, but it's good to know they're down there.

And here's a shot from earlier in the day to prove that the sun really does shine at the beach once in a while.

Feeling fallish

We've been enjoying beautiful dry and sunny days for weeks now as it turns from summer to fall. The pumpkins are ripe for picking, and what a wonderful crop we had this year! So much so that I've been thinking of planting the back acre all in pumpkins next year.

I do love raking up a huge pile of leaves and jumping in. It's a wonderful memory from childhood and, well, college.We rarely get the dry fall weather that is perfect for raking leaves, so we're taking full advantage of it this year. After taking a few photos, I put the camera away so I could just enjoy it. We jumped together hand in hand, buried each other in leaves, I threw him in over and over...so much fun.

Biking through the leaf pile.

Working that rake.

Watching them fall.

Perfect.

Wallowa bound

Next on the trip we hit the road toward Joseph.

We made a pit stop at Terminal Gravity Brewing in Enterprise to refuel.

Then we took a stroll up and down Main Street in Joseph. The town is known for its bronze work with many statues lining the main drag. I asked Ole to stand by the bike so I could take a picture and for THE VERY FIRST TIME EVER he did, even threw in a glance at the camera.

Oh, good morning! Our spartan motel really came through in the view department. At breakfast, I noticed people in town were a bit abuzz over the night's snowfall.

We boarded the Wallowa Lake tramway that morning for a fifteen minute gondola ride to the top of Mt Howard. Here we are getting settled at 4,450'. Ole looked so nervous and very small as we waited for the car to start its ascent.

 

But he's much happier mere seconds later as we pulled out of the terminal:

"SNOW!!!!!"

Up up up to 8,150'. I'd overheard the ticket seller say that there was a dusting of snow up top, but I did not expect to see this:

Lots and lots of beautiful snow! So we scratched our plan to hike the trails up top and instead tromped around and threw snowballs.

After a fun ride back down the mountain, we had a cozy afternoon curled up in the hotel room watching movies. O snacked on cucumbers and milk and played with his new tractor.

We were resting up for Alpenfest's biggest night. The Swiss-Bavarian festival had kicked off earlier that day with the smallest parade I've ever seen.

But everyone loves a polka band, right?!? The Polkatones were pretty great.

 I loved seeing the traditional costumes and watching the old-timers dance.

Ole had a laugh, too!

The town so nice they named it twice

Our trip started in Walla Walla, Washington. We stayed right downtown and enjoyed the luxury of walking everywhere--a real treat for us country folk! Walla Walla is a nice little college town going through a winery boom, and it's filled with beautiful old houses, cute shops and lots of restaurants. Rather than a wine tour, we hit the park circuit...starting with Pioneer Park. This park had a huge playground, a great aviary and a rose garden. Ole biked around and especially enjoyed the birds.

Showdown!

Climbed on his bike to get a better view.

Dainty rose

Me and little guy

Next up was the pioneer village at Fort Walla Walla. He was pretty impressed with the teepee.

 Lots of retired folks volunteer here, including costumed living history performances.

 We walked around and checked out the many buildings of the village Most were gated at the door so you could only peer inside, like this child's playhouse. Spying toys inside, Ole became absolutely obsessed! He rattled each window pane and lapped the building several times looking for a way in. Can you see him peeking in?

This tree! The plaque on the tree explains that it sprouted in the year 1200. Yes, very impressive. An elderly man in the crowd of senior citizens near us piped up, "Wow, a six hundred year old tree!" Oops, that's a minor math miscalculation on your part, buddy, but no need for me to correct you in front of your friends. I'll just bite my tongue and surely you'll realized your mistake soon enough. "Six hundred years," he continued, "from the year twelve hundred. Why, look at that! Six hundred years! Six...hundred...years..." Oh my god, it was killing me inside. But I managed to keep my mouth shut, so that's something.

And then it was time for a bite to eat and some refreshments. Good day.

Garden to freezer

We've just returned from a wonderful vacation in eastern Oregon and Washington. I'll be sure to post about that soon, but first I want to update you on the sweet corn situation. For weeks we ate lots of fresh corn on the cob and it was delicious, but about halfway thorough harvest, we just could not keep up. That precious sweet corn must not go to waste! Freezing corn is a pretty simple process: Shuck, blanche, cool, cut, and bag. Behold the corn porn.

Sweet!

Spinning honey

We filled the house with the sweet smell of honey last week when a couple of friends stopped by to help us extract. It hasn't been a great honey year, but one hive nearly filled two supers which yields about three gallons...not bad. We centered the giant barrel extractor in the kitchen and set up the hot knife and special spigot buckets. Everything was washed with hot soapy water and rinsed. We pulled out the heavy honey frames one by one. We all practiced the art of slicing the heated knife through the just the top layer of each frame's wax cappings before placing them in the extractor.

Once four frames have been opened on both sides, it's time to spin.

And spin and spin. This is where the company comes in handy.

We sampled the honey on spoons in the manner of fine wine tasters...hmmm, sweet with blackberry notes and a sticky finish. The next day I filled the honey jars. Be-a-u-ti-ful!

I'll end with a happy sunflower. Oh summer, don't go!