We've been all over the place lately

Since we're no longer going to the dog park, due to certain people being rather nasty ugly to us, we've been exploring other places.  One of them is Thompson Park, in Lincroft.  It's big, and in the course of several visits, we've not even covered half of it yet.  I keep hoping we might get over to the other side of the reservoir, but it's a really long hike over uneven terrain, and frankly, it's going to have to wait for cooler weather. 

That being said, here's the closer side of the reservoir.

Kinda scenic.  The trail is kind of fun, too, lots of ups and downs, tho we did get into a section I don't think I want to do again, too narrow and slippery and close to the cliff edge.  With the added feature of a couple of rather large trees to climb over, since they are laying across the path.  No problem for doggo, but I have short legs.

There are other, not so challenging trails, too.  This one is nice, makes me think of old mansions and stuff like that.

And actually, the whole park used to be the grounds of an estate, I suppose belonging to the Thompson family, hence the name.  This is what the visitor center looks like, and I suspect it used to be the house on the property.  Having a dog with me, I can't really march into the building and ask about the history.  One of these days, I'll have to look it up online.  Meanwhile, I'm busy trying to learn the park, so we don't get as lost as we did the first time we went there.

We see a lot of deer in the park, of course depending on how large the human population is at any given moment.  Doggo likes to lunge at deer.  My shoulders do not appreciate that.  We're working on reducing the lunging, but it's not an easy thing.

And some of the trails are kind of narrow, in places, just one dog wide. 

He's up for almost anything, as long as he doesn't have to get wet.  This is cool with me, last thing I need is a wet, smelly dog in my car on the way home.

And of course we always carry a bottle of water and his collapsible water bowl with us.  If I know how long a hike we're having, I'll leave it in the car, and we enjoy a water break before heading for home.  One thing I've learned about the parks around here, they generally don't have fountains.  The nice thing in Thompson Park is they have trash receptacles at reasonable intervals, so you don't wind up lugging bags of poop too far.

For the Birds

Bird pics today.  I'm figuring out how to get doggo to stop long enough for me to get a couple of pictures, now and again.  Believe me, it's not easy.  And I'm having to straighten my horizons again, something I mostly got over back in the olden days (several cameras ago).

But.  We went to Sandy Hook, now that it's local summer, and no fees, and dogs are mostly ok (not on ocean beaches till Sept 15, tho, so we stayed bayside).  First time for bandit.  These are walks I did a lot with his predecessors.

One of his mad dog lunges kind of sprained my left thumb, so it my typing looks shaky, that's probably not got anything to do with anything.  But it's kind of swollen, and sore.  Yes, I put ice on it, and took some advil-substitute little blue pills (tiny sized, for old folk who can't swallow big things anymore).

And actually, my typing is coming out sort of garbled anyhow today, so I'm not doing anything official or work-like or important to people other than myself.  Which was happening before the sprained thumb, so.  Day off was declared early.  Five miles walked was also declared early, but what the heck.

So.  Birds.

Bird up a tree.  Yellow beak, so I think it's a Great Egret.

Next, Turkey Buzzard.  I had a discussion with a couple who said they are from the Netherlands, on holiday, who said they had seen black buzzards, but this one has a sort of red head, so I'm going with Turkey Buzzard.  He wasn't thrilled to be having his pic taken, and so turned his back on me.

This one, I believe, is a Snowy Egret.  Black beak.  I wasn't able to see his or her feet, since it was standing in water.  But the black beaked ones have bright yellow feet.

And finally, the Black Burrower.  This seems to be a very local type, but I see it a lot.

Oh, wait!  You mean that's not a bird???  Hmmm.

He kind of liked the beach, but again refused to go in the water.  I like that. 

And if I can get him a bit better controlled in these escapades, I can get better pics, I hope.  There's room for improvement.  It's also a kind of hazy day, so I can't be credited entirely for the not prime pics, this time.  And, come to think of it, it's hard to get close to the birds with the dog attached to me.  They like to fly away when they perceive the threat, whereas I apparently am not as big a threat, without him.  But still.  It's something we'll be working on, as time goes on.

Promises, promises

I said I'd post something, so here we are.

Over the weekend, my kids and granddog were up from VA to help kill off some of the landscape - a weed-tree that was banging on my house, and another, bigger weed-tree that was banging on my power and internet lines.  Much success on #1, mostly success on #2.  #2 still needs some close to the earth trim out, but I can't do it now, we just fell out of this month's time period when it's ok and legal to dispose of yard waste.  I can't afford to have the town yard waste nazis fine me for putting debris out on the wrong part of the month.

We won't even discuss the chunk of #2 that is entwined in my internet line, and may come down at some future date thru force of decay and gravity.  It's way too high for anything I own to be able to reach it.

Anyhow, we also did the obligatory taking out of grandma (my mother) to dinner, which was nice.  Nice restaurant, decent food, and a good view.  And we got to feed the ducks at her place, before going to dinner.  Win-win.

More importantly, it was the first ever meeting of Bandit and my granddog, Kaylee.  They got a bit rough, Kaylee is getting older (she's 8 yo), and Bandit is just a puppy, so his idea of playing is somewhat different than hers.  But with a lot of refereeing by the humans, they figured out how to get along, and actually posed for a couple of pictures.

They both like sticks.  This is a particular stick, which isn't actually a stick, it is a root that my son dug out from under my patio a few years ago, which I've saved because Kaylee always enjoyed banging into people's kneecaps with it.  They shared nicely, I think.

And later, back in the kitchen, they both patiently did good sits while they waited for treats.

Kaylee is about double the size of Bandit.  Maybe plus a bit, as she gets older and doesn't race around as much as she used to do.

After they left, Bandit spent the rest of the day searching for her.  He didn't want her to go home.  But once "car ride" is mentioned, she's all for it, and can't wait to get in and go. 

He also got some training in, with Anna.  She's really good at it.  He now knows "paw" really well, which he never got before.  He'll turn into a civilized doggo at some point in time.  I hope soon.

Been busy lately

Everything has been flying by, the last couple of weeks, no time or patience to post.  But we're getting around, from place to place, visiting more parks and people, and trying to not go to the dog park so much, because frankly, some of the people there make me crazy.  Tho I have to say, the regulars are for the most part very nice, and some days it feels like a safe space.

Not so, today.  So we didn't stay long, and instead went to Pablo's park, which has finally dried out enough that I didn't come home with mud caked all the way to my ankles.  We met 5 dogs there, and Bandit jumped on two of them, was indifferent to two others, and made friends with the smallest of them all, along with its little kids.

No turtles today, but plenty of tiny frogs.  None of which stayed still long enuf for me to get pics.

Path in Pablo's park:

It's peaceful, when there aren't kids on bikes blasting thru. 

On Friday last week, we also had a bad day at the dog park, so we left after a very short time, and took a later trip out to Hartshorne Woods, which is at the top (and bottom, technically) of a large promontory that over looks the shore, and has an old gun battery at the top (18 ft canons, they're impressive, and could apparently shoot an awfully long distance).  We started at the top, and went about halfway down, mainly because of my lack of confidence in being able to get back up the hill (this varies from day to day, depending on how I feel, and the temp/humidity combo).  We (mostly) used the paved walkways, which does make it somewhat easier (maybe).  Until you get down to the river, tho, there's not much scenery other than trees, but just as you're leaving the battery, you get this view down the hill, overlooking the ocean.

 Clouds, sky, ocean, in that order, top to bottom.  It's WAY far down.  Bandit isn't into getting wet, so it's just as well we didn't go all the way down.  And all you get at the bottom is river, the ocean is on the other side of the Sea Bright/Sandy Hook peninsula.

We also one day did the other side of Thompson Park, away from the mass of people, and it was nice.  We even were surprised by a deer, which with Bandit is one of those shoulder-popping experiences, as he launched himself after the deer, nevermind being on leash.  At least he went forward this time, so he didn't spin and land me on my tush.

Yes, all the parks kind of look alike, but they each have different smells, which is, I think, why we go to more than one. 

On my wish list, I want to start Hartshorne at the bottom, where the trails climb up to the battery.  Tried it once with Pablo, and it quickly got too steep for him.  Then, when we tried to go down that side from the top, he got scared of the woods.  That's the side away from the water.  It's a big park.

That's probably the best thing about Monmouth County.  They've got good parks.

Doppelganger

At the dog park this morning.  Me and mini me.  Mini me is Bandit.  The bigger one is a full German Shepherd.  Perfect together, they had a great romp.

And no, as far as I know, Bandit is not a GSD.  Maybe just a single gene, to give him the stand up ears. 

Beach day, sorta

I'm not one to sit on a beach.  They give me headaches - too much sun.

But doggo needs to get some beach experience.  Not so simple, in NJ in the summer.  Beaches are mostly off limits to doggos in the summer, here.  That never made much sense to me, so don't ask.

However.  My neighbor told me about a beach on the bay that allows doggos anytime.  It's not a huge beach, and it's not the easiest place on earth to get to from here, especially when you take into account all the road work that's going on right now.  More detours than normal roads.  Very scenic, yes.  But annoying, and lots of extra traffic.

The place is called Popamora Point, and it's in Highlands, right at the south end of the Henry Hudson Trail.  Small beach, and like a lot of bay beaches, kind of strewn with rocks and shells and sea glass (!!! but mostly green), so not the softest sandy circumstances.  Still, nice breeze, and gentle waves lapping on the shore, all the beachy things you look for.  Even some shade, which I noticed because of a tank top on someone at the dog park the other day that said "nobody likes a shady beach."

Since doggo hasn't had any previous beach- water edge experience, we tried it.  First, he wouldn't go anywhere near the water.  Then, when he saw other dogs in the water, he got closer.  What ensued really required a second person to do a video....he barked at the waves, charging at them, till they came towards him, at which point he backed away furiously.  If I hadn't needed to hang onto his leash, I might have done a video.  Alas, I only have two hands, and he's very strong.  And I was laughing too hard to hold a camera still, anyhow.

And no, he didn't end up going into the water.  Maybe another time.

Then we took a walk up the Henry Hudson Trail.  It's nice.  It has sea smells.  Like rocks and salt water and leftover crab shells and stuff like that.  Smelly stuff that dogs love.  And the land side of the trail has a sort of drainage indentation where the water lands when it comes off the hill above, before joining the bay.  Which doggo assures me contains all sorts of living creatures, like frogs!  I didn't see any frogs.   But he actually set foot, or feet, into that water, chasing his imagination, and having a nice cool drink.  Considering we had almost 4 inches of rain yesterday, I'm pretty sure it's mostly clean rainwater.

This is from the trail, at the north (or west) end of the beach.  Directions are odd in this part of the world.  It's the water.

Looking south (or east) from the trail.  It continues along the water like this, for a couple/few miles.  At some point, it turns inland a tad, to pass behind the huge marina in Atlantic Highlands.  We tried walking it once from that end, but the part behind the marina is deathly boring and not cool (temperature or otherwise), so we gave up.  It was a hot day that time, and today isn't particularly hot.

Nice thing is, there's some shade on the trail.  And the water ditch, which is apparently tasty if you're a dog.

There's a huge hill along the trail - or rather, the trail is at the foot of a huge hill.  Huge houses at the top of the hill, stuff I could never dream of affording.  Nevermind the probability that at some time in the not so distant future, those houses stand a good chance of landing at the bottom of the hill, due to the climate things that are going on.

Be that as it may, one house stood out to me, enough so I got a picture of it.  I particularly like the method for getting down from the house to the trail, and thence the beach....kind of medieval.  Let down the drawbridge....

Right.  The last flight of steps can be raised or lowered via a set of pulley type mechanisms.  Pretty ingenious.  Scary (for me) if you're at the top.  It's a long way down.

Next time, I may try climbing these steps to see where they come from....they look like a public thing, rather than a private house access.  Pretty, in any case.  But I'm curious.  I just didn't quite have the energy to climb them today.

Doggo thought about it too, and declined.  So there's more exploring yet to do.  Which is always a good thing, especially on trails that don't loop.  And next time, I'm taking the real camera.  The phone isn't as good as they claim it to be.

Old homestead

Not mine, of course.  My house is nothing special, and in fact, is rather blah.

This is a house near here, old, and not terribly well maintained.  As far as I can tell, only a very lovely older gentleman lives there, anymore.  I could only wish to be able to afford to buy the place, when he is done with it.  Little chance of that, it will go for a lot more money than I could ever dream of.  And will be knocked down, and the acreage sold off, and a whole passel of McMansions built in its place.  I hope I'm no longer here when that happens.

Anyhow, the front entrance:

And part of the patio out the back:

The patio is multi-level. and I think there's a creek at the bottom, tho I can't get close enough to tell for sure.

It could be a nice place to do an opera.  But that won't happen.  It's a cultural wasteland around here.

Sundries from a hot week

Too hot to trot, IMO.  However, doggo is ready for anything.  As usual.  So today we spent 3 hours at the dog park, catching up on his wrestling and socializing, and I got caught up with the people I usually see there, and did some free counseling.  Interesting, the things people will talk about at the dog park.

In the hot hot time of the last few days, we stayed close to home.  Wonder doggo had a couple of notable moments....

Saturday evening, when it was starting to cool down enuf to walk, we went out for a stroll.  He saw a neighbor coming out of her house to get into her car, going somewhere or other.  Usually he barks at such things.  This time he said, "hurrooo."  Walk was temporarily suspended while I laughed my butt off.

One day last week, we were sitting in the back yard trying to not over exert me, when some sort of emergency vehicle went by with siren on.  I didn't bother to get up to see what it was, but Bandit ran to the fence and, for the first time ever, howled.  Funny thing was, he matched pitch with the siren.  I know professional singers who can't match pitch to save themselves.

And Sunday, we accidentally let a fly into the house.  That provided several hours of amusement of the search and destroy sort.  And Bandit honed his obstacle course, moving furniture so he could get around (or over, or under) in his pursuit.  I'm not sure if he actually caught the fly, but I haven't seen it since about 1 pm Sunday.  And I know I didn't get it, even tho I'm a master fly swatter.

And when he's tired....

The doggo has a way with pillows.  Usually he pushes them onto the floor, but this is HIS pillow, so I suppose it's sacred or something.

Stuff and stuff

Sad day today, one of the singers who worked with On Site Opera has died from cancer.  It's hard to know what to do or say, I only met him the one time we had him create a role in a new opera.  He was a lovely man, with a great voice and character.  I didn't know he had cancer till last week. 

So no, I can't "own" it.  But I still feel the loss, and can only imagine how his family must feel.  So probably best to keep my mouth shut, right?

This is #4 for me in 2019.  Two clients, one former client, and now one of our singers.  Our singers are family. 

Which I suppose is why some part of me wants to own this, but it's not mine.

Going back to the birds, as an antidote.

Carolina Wren, I think.  That's what Merlin thinks, too.  Little guy with a big voice....yeah, there I go.  I'll call him the Bob Wren, as a memorial.

Wildlife and stuff

Aside from the dog, who is tame and normal one day and wild the next, we've had some encounters with real wildlife here lately.  Well, not encounters, precisely, but sightings, I suppose.  So, supposing that, here are a couple.

First, the morning of the fawns.  Their Mama was nearby, but I didn't get a pic of her.  The babies just kind of sat there and looked at us as I scrambled to get close enuf for a pic, fiddled with the camera in the phone, and made sure the dog didn't do anything that would scare them off.  All with just two hands!

They're so cute, yet I know, next spring when my Asiatic lilies start to emerge, these little tykes will be out on my front lawn munching on the buds before they have a chance to open.

Balance, right?

And then my fave bird has been visiting.  He makes a racket, particularly if I've not kept up with refilling the feeders.  But he does like his suet with berries in it just fine.

He's a real character.  Always a lot to say, and he loves chasing off the littler guys.

And, our furry chipmunkbird is back.  So I know a lot of the bird seed is finding its way into wherever his secret stash is this year.

I think it's kind of funny that the birds just treat him as though he was one of theirs.  What's the old saying, birds of a feather flock together?  Maybe I can make him a headdress out of feathers, so he blends in better.