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A Week of Photos, October 15-21

October 24, 2016 · by SchipAlong · in Photography, Uncategorized. ·

Zeste is looking a bit less scruffy, and her beard is starting to get fluffy again. I can’t resist bringing her inside for a little one-on-one attention.

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We discovered a new beach that’s great for the shorter daily hours.

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Zeste and Sel are gone. There's two feather piles that match them, and in Sel's feathers I found half her crop. I'm so angry. Angry that these fat, healthy bears came to the bedroom window, then turned and destroyed the coop just a few feet away. But mostly I'm angry at myself for not calling conservation officers sooner. This bear and her two cubs have been hanging around for a while, but I didn't call because I didn't want them to get shot. I don't care anymore. B.C. has one of the healthiest bear populations. There's no reason to keep bears like this alive. The black on Gueuze's comb is dried blood, and Beignet has had most of her tail feathers and a nail ripped off. It looks like she barely made it out, but she's otherwise unharmed. Because of the long weekend we can't start repairs on the chicken enclosure until tomorrow, so they're having to live in a big rubber tote. Not ideal, but better than being eaten. We're going to fix the outside run first, since they'll still be coming inside to sleep for a while.

We had driven on the ferry, but due to poor scheduling in (and really just everything about) BC Ferries the only way to get back to the Sunshine Coast in time last night required walking on with the dogs. Now here's the thing about taking BC Ferries with dogs. They don't allow them upstairs in the nice sitting area like civilized countries do. You have to reroute down below with the cars, where you get packed into a little gated off corner, because BC Ferries doesn't give a flip. I was so worried about throwing Roe into this situation. I decided I wasn't going to give a flip about anyone but my dogs. I put his secure harness on so there wasn't a risk of him slipping out, and I decided that if Roe turned into a flailing, barking wild thing I was going to support him and if anyone made a comment I'd tell them where to insert it. I can't even explain how well Roe handled this completely new scenario. Clanging metal, bicycles, semi trucks roaring by. He was definitely scared and overwhelmed, but I just crouched in a corner with them and he sat with his back pressed to my hip. I love my dogs. They aren't perfect, but their ability to act exactly how I need them to under pressure always blows me away. Now that I'm back and trying to figure out how to pick up the pieces of my coop, literally, he's back to being a whirling dervish. Which might just be what I need right now.

A bear broke into our coop last night. I wasn't home, Jordon went out in the dark, scared the bear off, and was able to save Beignet and Gueuze but Zeste and Sel are missing. That man is amazing, albeit foolish. I don't have much hope of my girls coming home. They were my first chickens, my babies, my cuddle buddies. I can't believe they're both gone, just like that. It doesn't feel real.

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