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summer_jackel) wrote2011-06-25 02:52 pm
summer_jackel) wrote2011-06-25 02:52 pm
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Midsummer photos
My Solstice was beautiful. Things are well with me right now, the world is gorgeous and green, and even politics are doing nice things; my love to New York!
In celebration, a bunch of random animal pics as I make an attempt on a three hour ride.
I should take more photos of my noble steeds; I just don't like having my cameras at the stable. Of course, the day I do bring it, the batteries run out before I got more than a few bad shots. Here's Dancer:
This is the way Dancer prefers to interact with me. I thought that people who say things like "my pony follows me around with his nose in the back pocket of my jeans" were employing gentle exaggeration, but Dancer actually does that sometimes.
And the demon child, now a lovely two year old. The most difficult and opinionated colt I've ever worked with is showing signs of actual happy domestication---I can usually catch him and lead him around with no drama, he ignores me when I work on his feet, and is otherwise well behaved. Equinox is even showing signs of a "kind eye" and seeking out my attention! Shocking! I plan to begin minimal groundwork in late summer or early fall and possibly start him under saddle a year later at the earliest. If things go on like this, he may not even kill me!
Sheepdogs in profile. The pretty composition was accidental; I just put them on a sit-stay while I ran into the house before a walk, then took pictures when I noticed.
Tiger stalks the garden.
Jez and Rooster hanging out. Jez plays with Rooster to a degree she hasn't with any dog since Pryderi died; the Shelties are too small and Bliss too gentle to be interesting. Roo is assertive enough to be worth bouncing on, although she has to make sure not to come on too strong, lest he get hurt feelings, show puppy-submission and slink off. This perplexes her a little bit, and I can see her recalibrating her intensity levels. I am fascinated by the complexities of canine social interactions.
I am pupsitting Rooster this week, while Kyn is traveling.
After a long day of romping and stalking, Bliss and Tiger settle down for the night.
Critterpile at the foot of my bed.
And on to spiders. My Chilean rose tarantula spiderlings are both doing well and eating reliably, although the smallest scared me by refusing food for awhile. Here's the larger of the two, eating a cricket.
Isn't it tiny and tender?
And Josephine, adult of the same species. She looks like she's getting ready to moult in this picture.
Chanterelle, my orange bitey thing. She is a very shy creature; I almost never see her outside of her hiding place. She likes to roam about and do her spider business in the stillest and darkest hours of the night...but I happened to be up, and caught her at it. She was tearing the silk out of her den with a lot of speed and force, and she made the long silk strands you can see in the picture. I wonder what she's up to.
In celebration, a bunch of random animal pics as I make an attempt on a three hour ride.
I should take more photos of my noble steeds; I just don't like having my cameras at the stable. Of course, the day I do bring it, the batteries run out before I got more than a few bad shots. Here's Dancer:
This is the way Dancer prefers to interact with me. I thought that people who say things like "my pony follows me around with his nose in the back pocket of my jeans" were employing gentle exaggeration, but Dancer actually does that sometimes.
And the demon child, now a lovely two year old. The most difficult and opinionated colt I've ever worked with is showing signs of actual happy domestication---I can usually catch him and lead him around with no drama, he ignores me when I work on his feet, and is otherwise well behaved. Equinox is even showing signs of a "kind eye" and seeking out my attention! Shocking! I plan to begin minimal groundwork in late summer or early fall and possibly start him under saddle a year later at the earliest. If things go on like this, he may not even kill me!
Sheepdogs in profile. The pretty composition was accidental; I just put them on a sit-stay while I ran into the house before a walk, then took pictures when I noticed.
Tiger stalks the garden.
Jez and Rooster hanging out. Jez plays with Rooster to a degree she hasn't with any dog since Pryderi died; the Shelties are too small and Bliss too gentle to be interesting. Roo is assertive enough to be worth bouncing on, although she has to make sure not to come on too strong, lest he get hurt feelings, show puppy-submission and slink off. This perplexes her a little bit, and I can see her recalibrating her intensity levels. I am fascinated by the complexities of canine social interactions.
I am pupsitting Rooster this week, while Kyn is traveling.
After a long day of romping and stalking, Bliss and Tiger settle down for the night.
Critterpile at the foot of my bed.
And on to spiders. My Chilean rose tarantula spiderlings are both doing well and eating reliably, although the smallest scared me by refusing food for awhile. Here's the larger of the two, eating a cricket.
Isn't it tiny and tender?
And Josephine, adult of the same species. She looks like she's getting ready to moult in this picture.
Chanterelle, my orange bitey thing. She is a very shy creature; I almost never see her outside of her hiding place. She likes to roam about and do her spider business in the stillest and darkest hours of the night...but I happened to be up, and caught her at it. She was tearing the silk out of her den with a lot of speed and force, and she made the long silk strands you can see in the picture. I wonder what she's up to.
