Now that Bowser has discovered the creek can contain these interesting creatures, he’s on a mission to find more.
I managed to get a close-up on the salmon without interference from You-Know-Who. My son-in-law tells me these are pink salmon.
Sometimes he roams a bit too far into the creek (heading for the deeper portions), than I’d like!
But he always manages to make it back to shore…uh…so far!
We hope you always manage to come back from your adventures too.
Rock on,
The WB
The previous Autumn, I had been told by someone I met on the trail that the Haslam Creek is part of the annual fall salmon run here on the island. I had found that hard to believe, standing in the inch of water that made up a large part of the creek that I visit on a daily basis. How could any salmon navigate these shallow waters to the spawning grounds that they were born in?
Cue the recent atmospheric river event that dumped tons of water on the island, and the flood of fresh water flowing in the mouths of these waterways also cueing the salmon waiting in the ocean bays to start heading “home”, to spawn and die.
Now our shallow little creek is running fast with feet of water – not inches, and previously dry ancillary streams are flowing again.
Bowser took off like a shot to investigate one of these little streams and I quickly found out why. I was astonished to see a dorsal fin and tail wiggling down this tiny flow (and so was Bowser!).
We followed the fish further up the stream so I could get a closer look:
Despite Bowser proving very adept at chasing and chewing and shaking the living daylights out of his toys, he doesn’t quite know what to do with a living creature. According to my experience with previous dogs, a dog needs to witness a kill in order to know “the next step”. Usually this is learned from their mother or other dogs. They have the instinct to chase but need to witness a kill in order to finish the job. At least that is how it’s worked with the other schnauzers I have had in my life. My Maxx did not know what to do with a groundhog until he saw my parents’ dog grab one and shake it to death. Then something clicked for him and no groundhogs were safe on our property after that! My Lucy never saw a kill and thus she never killed anything. Chased everything but never killed. Even when a squirrel (her nemesis!) fell out of a tree and landed right in front of her nose and just laid there, stunned.
Or maybe Bowser is just too well-fed 😉. Anyways, I’m happy to keep him ignorant of that final step in chasing down prey.
Rock on,
The WB
Photos taken the same weekend as last Sunday’s post.
The rain just kept on coming – non-stop for 3 days! We were lucky to not have to go anywhere and to not experience any flooding. Unfortunately, a lot of people on the mainland were flooded out by the atmospheric river.
But for us, it was a couch potato weekend, for sure. My daughter sent me these photos of their Sunday morning with Bowser.
Hopefully you have drier weather where you are and can get off the couch!
Rock on,
The WB
Last weekend we experienced an atmospheric river. Did that stop us from heading out for walkies? Not on your nelly! Did we get drenched? Absolutely. Did we have fun? Absolutely. Did Bowser need to be wrapped up and snuggled, post-drenching? Absolutely!
May The Force be with you!
Rock on,
The WB
Last weekend was Thanksgiving weekend in Canada, and it was a glorious weekend for walking along our usual routes. Many leaves had fallen due to recent wind and rain events, and our walks were a feast for the senses. The crunch of the leaves, the fresh smells of the earth and the vegetation, the feel of the sun warming up our bodies – it was everything to be expected from October walks in the woods.
I’m linking up this post with Dawn’s for her 2024 Walktober.
We hope you are having a great weekend wherever you are, and that you are able to enjoy being outside.
Rock on,
The WB
I was away last weekend, having a fabulous time in Bamfield (more about that to come on ye olde blogge!). While I was away, my daughter sent me this photo:
This photo perfectly captures the spirits of both my son-in-law and Bowsie, I think 😁.
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend (if you’re Canadian), and a wonderful plain ol’ weekend if you’re not!
Rock on,
The WB
Bowser here. Oma is away again (ALREADY?!?!), swimming with sea stars or some such thing. I’m sure she’s gonna tell you all about it when she comes back home. WHEN, OMA, WHEN?
In the meantime, here are some cute pictures of me:
I hope you like my pictures.
Rock on,
The Bowz 🐾
Back on “my” island, back to the usual routines…including daily walks with the star of Ye Olde Blogge:
We hope you are enjoying the change of seasons this weekend.
Rock on,
The WB
Bowser here. Last time Mommy took me to the torture place groomer, she told them to shave everything off.
Now she finally understands why I am so stubborn have selective hearing trouble listening.
The truth has been revealed: I have the daintiest ears anyone in my pack has ever seen on a schnauzer.
Also: Does this haircut make my butt look big?
Rock on,
The Bowz 🐾
In case you missed it, here is Part One.
Have yourself a comfortable weekend!
Rock on,
The WB
