Friston with Barbu d’Anvers

Friston - Hafflinger colt with Barbu d'Anvers 1995 - Steven Kennard -
Friston – Hafflinger colt with Barbu d’Anvers 1995 – Steven Kennard –

This is a photograph of Friston, our young Hafflinger colt in 1995, surrounded by our bantams. I originally posted this image with the post below on Google+ and have today brought them over to my website to share from here. 

Original posting: Oct 5, 2011

Friston – one of our Haflinger horses in a setting as idyllic as it looks – Dordogne, France

Friston was the first colt we bred when we lived in France. Haflinger horses originated in Austria and are always chestnut in colour with white manes and tails. they are strong and sturdy, even tempered, willing and courageous.

The bantams you see around him are an ancient breed “Barbu d’Anvers” (Belgian Bearded bantams from Antwerp), full of personality and a pleasure to see. We started with a trio (two hens and a cock) and all three of them shared the brooding of their nests and the rearing of their young together, as tight a family unit as you would ever hope to see.

René Delin, a noted animal painter had in his possession a pamphlet edited in Paris in 1617, which depicted a bearded chicken from the Pays-Bas. 

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof



What is it on that roof? - Steven Kennard 2016
What is it on that roof? – Steven Kennard 2016

The first day of my arrival in New Zealand (or was it the -1 day of my arrival, as I lost a Monday in there somewhere?) I thought I would take a little stroll around the neighbourhood and see where I was. I looked up on this roof and saw what looked like a flat stuffed animal lying on this roof. As I got a little closer to it to get a better look it moved its head and stared at me.

Cat on a hot tin roof, New Zealand - Steven Kennard 2016
Cat on a hot tin roof, New Zealand – Steven Kennard 2016

This character seemed amazed to see a Pom walking down his street! He was relaxing in the hot sun of this lovely Spring morning. He had to be the first thing I photographed on my trip.

See all of my animal gallery here https://stevenkennard.com/blog/skgallery/animals

Cowgirl

Cows are such curious creatures and this one was the first to come to check us out as we photographed the herd in Ontario. She hasn’t even finished the grass you see sticking out of her mouth. I guess she was making sure we weren’t going to be a threat to her calf and the rest of the herd.

To see more of my images of animals, go to my animals gallery here https://stevenkennard.com/blog/skgallery/animals

Have a great weekend everyone!

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Night Time Bandits

I have to thank my photo scout, Joni, the Border Collie, for finding me these little models last night. And also my lighting assistant, +Ellie Kennard for holding the flashlight. These two poor little kits were immobilized by the barking of my scout and their mother was nowhere to be seen. I can only assume that they were reunited in the night (and lived happily ever after) as in the morning they were nowhere to be seen.

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Our Family of Dogs in France

We were quickly scanning old photos from our time in France when we came across this one of +Ellie Kennard taken about 20 years ago. At the time we had a beautiful German Shepherd Vicky, our old Joni and the playful Lhasa Apso, Millie. (Our young neighbour had difficulty pronouncing Millie so in time her name became Mellie, then evolved into Melanie.)
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I wanted to share this in honour of the new today photo theme #WoofWednesday +Woof Wednesday curated by +Sandra Nesbit and +Debbie Drummond . Congratulations on launching the new theme!

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Baby Bandits

Baby Raccoons - Steven Kennard 2014
Baby Raccoons – Steven Kennard 2014

As you can see, there were developments following my last posting of the uninvited guest in our cupola (https://stevenkennard.com/blog/archives/702 ).

What we didn’t know, was that she had a bunch of kids with her. If you read Ellie Kennard’s posting with her photo here https://elliekennard.ca/time-to-check-out-129365  you can read the story up to the point where we had screwed a board across the opening and then gone out for the evening.

And then…

When we got back, pandemonium had broken out! There were screams from inside the cupola (they make a lot of noise for such cute little things) and frantic noises from the mother as she ripped and tore at the slats and board trying to get at her babies. (They must have been hiding within the rafters when we looked into the hole, so that we didn’t see any signs of them.)

At 10:30 pm, therefore, in the dark, I was faced with the prospect of getting up on the roof with a frantic, protective big mother raccoon to try to unscrew the plank we had put over the hole. I didn’t fancy that much, but the thought of letting those babies starve to death while the mother tore all the shingles off our roof appealed less. What I did, in the end, as you can see, was to climb to the top of the ladder and use a long stick to force the two bottom slats off. This allowed the mother to get in (they flatten themselves to the size of a rug) and reassure the kits. She tried to get them to leave with her, but they wouldn’t go. This photo was taken 11:13 pm, in the pitch dark, with a work light illuminating the faces of these little masked bandits.

Ellie is convinced that the mother knew that we were trying to help and did not represent a threat, which was why she did not attack me.

And Finally

For those who want to know how we finally managed to get our guests to vacate, the secret was simpler than we could have guessed. They apparently hate rock music. So we put a radio in the bedroom under the cupola, turned our local rock station on full blast and left it on. Within 1 hour she was moving them out. With a lot of complaining and fussing the babies eventually must have followed her over the roof and down the crab apple tree to seek a quieter neighbourhood.  They are wild animals. They will be happier in the wild as we will be happier with them in it. (They look soft and fluffy, by the way, but their fur is actually very coarse and stiff even as babies.)