Category Archives: Orleans

This fox is funny. Look at that tail!

He wasn’t used to the camera being there but then he went around and went right up to it. One of my favorite clips in a while.

It was hunting season. Of course they were nervous.

If you have sharp eyes, there’s one deer that leaps in the background at the beginning in addition to the three others.

I put the camera on a sawhorse and set it in the middle of a sort-of access road. Technically, it’s an access road but it doesn’t get much use.

There’s a cone and a couple of dilapidated traffic barriers on the left. There’s a water situation. I can’t remember the details but something was being fixed but maybe needed a part? There was deep hole with water.

I told my sister about this clip and she said that explained what happened to Mom’s roses.

Karuk Garden Lemon Cucumbers!!

All went as planned.

I was in Orleans for a little over a week and brought Auntie with me.

We had all kinds of adventures including picking huckleberries and picking up chestnuts, visiting Junction Elementary, getting vegetables from the Tribe’s garden and visiting lots of people.

It was hard not to be greedy about the lemon cucumbers. They don’t travel well and there are only so many I could eat before they would be compost.

Life has conspired to keep me very busy. I haven’t even finished looking at the animal camera clips from the tip but there are deer and fox so far.

Next month is November and I will attempt to do my post a day — but it may be a pretty half-assed effort. We shall see.

After a delivery, Mom threw a couple of bags of cat food on top of the cabinet. But look: only one is there now.

There were ongoing issues with animals getting in the garage and getting into the cat food so everything was moved upstairs and the shenanigans seemed to have stopped. Or did they?

The next morning there was evidence that some little rascal had found the delicious treat and unsuccessfully tried to take it home.

I thought I heard something but I was half asleep and didn’t want to get out of bed. Later the cat was crying and I had to get up and let him in. “Why didn’t you use your door?” I scolded.

His door was blocked.

Later, I cleaned up the spilled cat food and stashed away in a closed cupboard. One of the neighbor dogs was kind enough to help me out.

Could these be the culprits? My sister said she was hearing noise around the trailer so I set up the camera and these too nervously crept by.

Here’s what the Klamath looked like on May 21st. It was pretty muddy and moving fast.

I wrote earlier about finding signs of a mouse in the shop. I had a video, too, but I guess I posted that to Instagram.

I cleaned up everything that a mouse might like and packed it away and didn’t worry about it again.

For a long time there was no sign of a mouse.

Here’s a picture from October 2021 for comparison.

Until there was.

There was a dead one at the bottom of the stairs in the basement. I went down to tell Bob something and said: HEY! There’s a dead mouse here.

Oh, he said. I didn’t see it.

But then I kept finding mouse poop in the middle of my work table in the shop. At first I thought they were seeds or something. Why would a mouse keep pooping in the middle of the table?

I broke down and bought some traps. I hate to kill things but I don’t want mice frolicking around pooping wherever they want.

I set up the trap in the middle of the table thinking: what mouse would get caught in the middle of a table?

Next day …. And it had a surprised look on its face.

We caught 4 mice in 3 weeks. That seems like a lot. I think the bird feeders created a fun environment for them. Hopefully the word is out and they have moved back outside.

Salmon River, Blue Hole. May 21, 2023.

For years and years Blue Hole was our swimming hole on the Salmon. But at some point, because of changing water pattern or high water, the shade dwindled to almost nothing. We had to lean against some willows to catch a break from the sun.

I also felt like you went and had a nice swim in refreshingly cold water and then had to hike up the hot bank and crawl into a scorching hot car and that undid the whole point of going to the swimming hole. I can’t remember the last time I swam down there.

When I was in Orleans the Klamath was high and frothy (photos to come) and I asked Mom if she wanted to take a little drive and see what the Salmon looked like.

Too bad I don’t have any good Blue Hole non-spring photos handy. I think I have them non-digitally in a box somewhere.

During swim season it is slow-moving, bright-blue water.

Look at this wide, muddy froth.