Living with a wolf

Tuesday, May 20th, 2008

So are wolves different to dogs? Certainly! A wolf is a never-ending challenge and keeps you on your toes. Not that they are vicious or aggressive, they are not. They are inquisitive, spiteful when they don’t get their own way, demanding, aloof like cats, and supremely intelligent.

When Akela was six months old, she learnt to open the fridge with her paw. But I’m sure dog-owners have come home to empty fridges too.

So I locked the fridge but two weeks later it was emptied again. I cursed myself for forgetting to lock it. Two days later it was raided again… but I was sure I had locked it. Following her around the house, I soon discovered that she had learnt that she needed to turn the key between her teeth before the door would open. So it became lock, remove and put the key where she couldn’t get it.

Wolves are natural-born thieves too. Several times have I arrived home with a freshly-roasted Pick ‘n Pay chicken, only to see the chicken flying out the house in her jaws while the car is being unpacked.

On the rocks at Llandudno - doing a poo was the only time she stood still.When we lived in Llandudno – she was a year old then – if your dirtbin lid went missing, you knew where to find it. Seeing her walk down the street with a lid in her mouth was a sight not to be missed. Smelly shoes left at someone’s front door or flipper left on the beach all got carried home.

A friend in Stanford remarked how she had that characteristic of wild animals where they can be in one spot one moment, and somewhere completely else then next.

On a visit to David Daitz’s office some years ago when he was head of CapeNature, I was surprised to see a stunning wolf poster on the wall. I asked about it. He had been to the wolf sanctuary in the south of France which receives more tourists than Cape Town. The poster was there to remind him of the attraction of nature.

A week later we were at Die Plaat near Gansbaai – a long empty beach. Akela was in a very playful mood, running up to me on her hind legs and boxing me with her paws, then charging off, feinting, and dashing back. Watching her movements – so unlike a dog’s – was pure ballet!

The harvest is in!

Sunday, May 18th, 2008

The harvest ended last Friday and next Sunday church services are being held to give thanks. It seems to have been a bumper harvest.

It’s an eye-opener living on a farm in the Elgin Valley and experiencing a harvest that starts just before Christmas and ends in the middle of May – five full months of picking, picking and picking – plums, pears and apples.

Now imagine if only one varietal was planted and everything had to be harvested at the same time! It would be impossible! The bulk of Restanwold is given to apples, with seven different varieties planted, each needing harvesting at a different time.

Fruit must be delivered to the co-operative – Two-a-Day in this case – the day the fruit is picked, so the lorries (that’s what they call them in the countryside, not trucks) often run back and forth until 10pm. The drone of busy forklift trucks loading bins carries across the valley.

Fruit that falls onto the ground (windfall it’s called) and undersized or imperfect fruit goes to Elgin Fruit Juices, so little goes to waste. They receive up to 3,000 bins a day. That’s about 1,000 tonnes of fruit daily!

Great care goes into the picking. Pickers carry special bags that avoid bruising the fruit. It’s interesting that most bruising occurs when one apple falls out of the tree, bruising those it knocks on its way down.

The valley is changing rapidly now as winter approaches – colours have changed from bushy greens to gold, orange, yellow and brown as the leaves change colour, fall off and the earth becomes visible again.

Autumn in Elgin valley

The time on the farm was the essential quiet time needed to catch up on CapeInfo’s upgrade and recover from the theft of the old laptop. It was a long hard slog, but that too is over now. Now it’s time for this to bear fruit!

Wolves like apples too!

Saturday, May 3rd, 2008

Wolves like apples too!

Akela running through the orchard with Granny Smith between her teeth!

She also likes Top Red and Pink Ladies, but doesn’t care that much for Golden Delicious.  Those are just a few of the apple varieties around here.

She picks them up and carries them rather gingerly between her teeth, having discovered that they get impaled on her rather long canines.  When she’s ready to eat the one she chose very carefully, she lies down and nibbles away at it with her front teeth.

The Staffie, on the other hand, just crunches away as soon as he finds one he likes, and he’ll frequently eat two apples a day.

Akela has peculiar tastes.  She loves olives straight off the tree and anyone who has tasted a fresh olive will know how bitter and ghastly they taste.  She recognises olive trees out of season and heads straight off to them to look for olives.