RIP: Pearl the Merle

 

Nate Moody and Nan Morningstar’s Pearl, the only merle pup from the late Semirichenia tazi from Kiev, brindle Lashyn, and the Hancock bred lurcher Plummer fom England, died of a bladder problem last week. She was our favorite of the litter, by far the most adventurous– she could climb over the dog gate at five weeks– and we intended to keep her until Nate fell for her. We have mostly puppy pics here– perhaps Nate can supply some later ones. It is hard to believe she was not young. Nobody is any more, I’m afraid. Other than possibly Dutch Salmon’s line, there are no more living descendants of that litter. And that makes me sad. She was a fine dog, as were her parents.

The lower photos are with her house mate, Maty, one of Ataika’s girls.

Weekend Hunt

We– Terence Wright, Karen Wetherill, their lurcher Loki (grandson of our Plummer and Lashyn), gyr- prairie tiercel Cog, Daniela and her smooth saluki pup Blaze, English master falconer and author of Game Hawk Ray Turner, Libby and Ataika and I– spent January 16- 17 hiking and hawking, first on high La Jencia Plain, on Lee’s ranch, then north of White Sands’ Stallion Gate on the other side of the river.

We ran only four hares and caught none but covered an amazing amount of ground and saw some great runs. We had fun. Among the following photos, the first ones at Lee’s are mine; the good, later ones Daniela’s.

Beginning of first day: Cog at Lee’s, on Karen’s Cootie car (click twice to enlarge enough to see “insects”). She is an entomologist, THE bee expert in NM, who has employed me to collect them in the Sevilleta Refuge. Fun fact: native bee species in NM are 1200+ and counting. I want to discover one…

Terence with Cog on “paint roller” pole. Cog may be the first “longwing” to pole- fly. He, like Arab sakers, will spot hares that are sitting in their forms, and has a real advantage there.

Karen and Blaze at White Sands. (Trinity atomic site, by the way, would be just behind her collar).

Ataika, a very youthful and energetic seven (her mother was twice that when she gave birth to her in Kazakhstan).

Searching, strategizing (Ray with binos)…

Loki lurcher…

Refreshments…

Finally the unseasonable though pleasant heat got to Cog and he baled out on a hare and landed on my head. Do notice please that I had been walking for two days at that point– and I am laughing. May have some seasons in me yet…

Cog apparently changed his mind after we loaded Blaze, but it was late afternoon and time to leave. A good time was had by all, and Ray got to see a kind of falconry that, outside of Asia, is still something of a New Mexico specialty.

And: I proved to myself that I can still walk.