We picked up our first load of seedlings to plant along the riparian zone of the Nehalem River.
The dark colored box contains cedars but we also loaded up spruce, alder, hemlock, white (grand) fir and dogwood.
The seedlings are potted in 12 inch plastic pots. It takes quite a hole to make sure each tree is planted deep enough to keep the tender roots growing in the correct direction. ‘J’ rooting causes the trees to fail when the tops get larger than the stunted roots can hold, from plantings 10 years to 30 years old. Whole sections of forest can fail at the same time if the roots were not planted carefully.
The weather forecast calls for a drying and cold east wind so the planting needs to be completed in a hurry to get the trees safely in the ground before they freeze or dry out from exposure to the Columbia River Gorge wind that tunnels the cold winter air our direction.
The river has been staying up most of the week even though we have had several dry days interspersed with the down pours.
In the far ground you can see a small waterfall, that is actually water draining out of the hay field from the natural slopes of our not-so-flat ground.
It feels like typical fall with all the moisture and cooler weather, we have been seeing an increase in the bald eagles scouting along the river in search of the ocean salmon returning to their spawning ground.
Could it be that true winter could be far behind?
We had not noticed it right away, but the main herd split into two groups during the night. Some of the more adventuresome critters made their way across the Nehalem that was running high from the week of rain we had just gone through. Luckily, none of the younger animals tried to cross and stayed safely on the far side.
At this crossing where the river bends, the cows seem to have little to no problem crossing from the far side to the road side of the river. Going back across the swift water seems to be tougher for them and they are more hesitant. They find it harder to gain purchase on the slick rocky bottom as their backsides get pushed downstream as they cross. Cows can swim, but rushing water can carry them away if they miss-step and lose contact with the river rock. One cow did drift downstream a ways before getting her footing back.
With the thought of breakfast on their minds, the wayward cattle began to advance through the quick water. The herd sire, Renaissance, was holding back at the edge of the river. Predominately the last one to join the herd, he makes sure there are no missing stragglers from the group before catching up to the rest of the herd.
Most of the cows had made it across before the herd sire got into the water. With Renaissance weighing in at about 2400 lbs the river doesn’t push him around quite as much as the cows that weigh a ton or less.
This little adventure did not bother the half herd, and they were able to join with the others quickly for hay that had been put into the round feeders on the correct side of the river.
It was only a few weeks ago when I was posting pictures of the beautiful fall leaves and the quiet Nehalem River. After the week of rain we just experienced, most of the color has washed out of any of the remaining leaves and the river is running the full span of the bridge.
I know the ocean-going salmon are there spawning because the bald eagles are keeping a close eye on the river. While the river is high like this, they can only sit in the tall fir trees and wait when they are not flying the route of the river.
As the water begins to recede and the muddiness of the water clears, the eagles will once again have a chance to snag the carcasses of the spawned-out salmon. The eggs will have already been fertilized and the eagles are happy to scoop up the dead salmon keeping the water clean and healthy.
We have a well traveled bridge. Since most of our property is on the other side of the river, along with the bulldozer, several tractors, the main herd and the momma cow with her twins, several trips a day are made over our personal bridge across the Nehalem Rivier.
During one of our trips on the way back to the house, we were involved in a commuter problem. As we crested the top of the bridge and headed down the other side, there was a momma cow and her calf resting comfortably on the rock road that leads off the bridge.
The raised edges of the bridge made it impossible to go around this pair who were comfortably lounging in our path.
We stopped the Gator and waited for momma to stand, stretch and slowly move her calf out of the way.
Good thing we did not have to call a tow truck for this stall.
Little and big alike plunge right in as they head across the river to the next area for the fast growing grass. Calves as young as a few hours old are able to ford the river. They walk upstream, right by their mothers side and the current holds them firm against the belly of their mom as they walk across.
The calf by itself in the middle is more than a month old and does not worry about being close to mom now that it understands how to ford the river by himself. On the other hand, the calf will never cross the river without being part of the herd. If he misses the event at the time the whole herd crosses, he will wait on the far side until his mother comes to escort him across. In the meantime, there is a lot of bellowing and crying back and forth until the family is re-united.
This herd was being sorted and moved this day so that they can graze around the far hay field. The field itself has already been closed off for grazing while the grass grows for the upcoming hay crop.
The herd is familiar with the the rotation of areas and are happy to move from one spot to the next with little prompting.
Down near the river, under the maple trees, logs washed in during the high water we had this winter.
As we were dragging the harrow around the far field, we noticed the 3 log sized trees wedged in and around the big maples.
This area is outside the hay field and the big maples are a favorite spot for the cows to hang out during the hot summer days. Before the summer gets into full swing, I’ll start cutting up the logs into firewood and hauling them to the house a Gator load at a time.
It’s a hazard if the trees were left where they are because they could start a log jam that could cause damage when they broke loose during extreme flooding.