On The Wild Side

Yesterday, as we often do on Sundays, Motor Man and I made a trip to Carova, NC in search of wild horses.

By the way: yesterday just happened to be World Wildlife Day.

It took a while, but we finally saw horses.  They did a good job of hiding from us, and we thought we may end up with a “zero day” before we came upon these four having an early dinner.

As we were driving along the beach, we spotted a cordoned off area in the sand. We’ve seen those before to protect places where sea turtles have laid eggs, but as we got closer, we realized this was for another reason.

A seal had come up on shore to rest.

I had recently seen a video posted on one of the Carova area Facebook pages that I follow. It was of a seal making its way back to the water after having rested a while on the Carova beach.

It was quite exciting to see this one so close.  There were a few other folks also looking and taking pictures;  of course, we were all well outside the perimeter set up for his safety.

He put on quite a show for the little video I took. There is sound (wind and waves), and you should be able to view it full screen.

 

Just as with the wild horses, I used my zoom lens. “Hello, you looking at me?”

Such an interesting looking little creature. I sure hope he stays safe.

Wild horses and this cute little seal: Motor Man and I thought it was the perfect way to celebrate World Wildlife Day.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

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Creamy Or Chunky?

Are you ready to celebrate? Today is National Peanut Butter Lovers Day. I certainly hope that you have a jar handy, (providing, of course, that you don’t have an allergy).

I actually celebrate peanut butter nearly everyday. For the past several months, there have been very few days that my breakfast hasn’t been a Peanut Butter Mug Muffin. It’s easy, quick and yummy, and today, I’m sharing the recipe with you.

Ingredients:
1/2 Tbsp Butter (I use Kerry Gold)
1 Egg
2 Tbsp. Peanut Butter (I use Smuckers Natural)
1/4 Tsp Baking Powder
1-2 Tbsp sugar equivalent (I use Truvia)
Cinnamon to taste (optional)
Chopped pecans (optional)
Dark Chocolate chips (optional)
*Yes, that’s correct: no flour of any type in this recipe. It’s magic!

Melt butter in a mug in the microwave.

In a small, bowl stir/whisk egg completely, add all other ingredients and stir until well mixed.
Microwave for 90 seconds, allow to sit for another minute.

Slice, spread with butter and enjoy!

This song is very appropriate for today’s celebration. It’s by The Marathons, 1961. I was too young to remember it being played in its day, but I’ve heard it on oldies radio stations. And although the video is by the Georgia Peanut Commission, the first peanuts grown in the United States were grown here in my home state of Virginia, not far from where we live. (Sorry, Georgia.)

Will you be celebrating today?  Creamy or chunky?  What’s your favorite way to eat peanut butter?

~These Days Of Mine~

Warm And Windy

Yes, it’s another post from our happy place: Carova, NC, home of the beautiful wild horses. I hope my readers don’t tire of kitty and horse pictures, because that could well be the end of my blogging days.

Sunday morning was dreary, cold, foggy and not the kind of weather for a drive on the beach. But, my Motor Man had faith in the weatherman’s forecast that the afternoon would be nicer.

And they were both correct: we saw sun and temps in the lower 70’s Sunday afternoon.

And, although the horses were few in number (11), the ones we saw provided us with nice pictures.

Sometimes it’s difficult to spot the horses; they like to spend time in the tall grasses. We happened to see five, all lying down.  We occasionally see one resting, but this many in one location is rather unusual…perhaps because of the windy conditions?

So beautiful.

It’s always a treat to see one of the younger horses. This is Castano, born last summer, and he is sporting a mighty fine winter wool coat and black “boots”.

We were so fortunate that he walked right by our vehicle. Such an unusual marking on his forehead. (Is a horse’s forehead referred to by different terminology?)

You know that I was just clicking away on that camera.

Did I mention that it was a breezy day?

 

Bye, Castano!

Stay safe, little one; hope to see you again soon.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

How Our Kitties Are “Surviving” Winter

You may have been wondering just how the Motor Kitties are doing.

Well, Gypsy continues to adore “her” Motor Man. I just wish she could relax a little. And, no, he wasn’t asleep, just taking a short break from making horsepower.

Sundae is very thankful to be an indoor kitty with a nice soft, cushy bed, which just happens to be placed directly over a heat vent.

And, as for Sibs, Marshall’s kitty, could she possibly BE any cuter if she tried? Speaking of warm, cushy spots: her favorite is on a sherpa throw.

When Marshall sent me the next picture, his text read: “Gonna email Kellogg’s…somethn rotten in this most recent box…”.

So that’s how our kitties are staying occupied during this cold, rainy weather.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if all kitties (and pups) could be safe and warm in loving homes?

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

National California Day

It has come to my attention that today is National California Day, so I thought I would share that information with my readers.

Also, to celebrate, I’m sharing a blog post from 2012. We had just returned from a trip to California with our friends, Bev and Bill.

The beaches of California are so very different from ours here in Virginia and on the nearby Outer Banks of North Carolina. California beaches have high cliffs and rocks. Big rocks. Although January isn’t exactly beach weather, we visited several California beaches during our trip.

We turned off Coast Highway onto a street in Laguna Beach and found this amazing view.

And this is one of my favorite pictures from our trip: Bev and Bill, sharing a playful moment ON the beach at Laguna.

One day we drove to Venice Beach, where another of my favorite photos was taken. I told Bev I’d take a picture of her with a wave crashing against the rocks in the background. Oops, that was just a little too close for comfort.

Later in the week, we drove further north to Ventura Beach.

And Bev took one of my favorite pictures of Motor Man and me.

This sunset photo was taken in Newport Beach.

And another favorite picture of Motor Man and me just outside a cave there by the ocean.

This next photo is yet another favorite. It was taken of Bev at sunset at Crystal Cove on our last evening in California.  Wonder what she was thinking…

We had a great time visiting California, but our home state, of course, is Virginia. So I researched and learned that National Virginia Day is September 14.

We will definitely celebrate.

~These Days Of Mine~

Wild Horses On Wednesday

You may recall that, a couple of years ago, I wrote a blog post or two on Wednesdays and titled them “Wild Horse Wednesday”. Then I received a rather terse “cease and desist” email from The Wild Horse Freedom Federation informing me that those three words are a registered trademark. Imagine that, they somehow found my tiny little blog and were worried that it threatened their trademark. So, of course, I ceased and desisted. But, first I had a little fun with this post.

I wonder if anyone has registered the phrase “Wild Horses On Wednesday”. If so, I’m guessing I’ll hear about that, too.

So, ’til then: here goes. Pics from our last few trips to the Outer Banks.

I used to refer to horses with this coloring as having “blonde manes”. Then one of my horse friends politely pointed out to me that they’re actually called “flaxen” manes.

Blonde or flaxen, it’s a beautiful mane on a beautiful horse.

This time of year, the horses are easily hidden in the tall grasses.

Flaxen seems to be a popular hair color of the beach horses. Although it wasn’t an option for brunettes such as I,  I couldn’t help but be reminded of the hair lightener from yesteryear: “Sun In”.

And this poor fella is looking a little scruffy.

Perhaps he’s like the rest of us: looking forward to and waiting patiently for warmer days and the end of winter.

~These Days Of Mine~

Daytona Brings To Mind

The first Nascar race of the 2019 season, the Daytona 500, took place yesterday. Motor Man and I went to that race a couple of times several years ago.

I shared this post in 2013, and since yesterday’s race, once again, brought to mind that fateful week in 2001, I thought I’d share it again (with just a few changes) today.

Motor Man and I were in Daytona for the entire week leading up to the 2001 Daytona 500.  A friend of ours with “connections” had given us passes to several media events being held that week.

One of those was the IROC (International Race Of Champions) luncheon on Wednesday. A brief background: the IROC race featured identical (except for the color) Chevy Camaros. Drivers from several racing divisions were selected to drive in the IROC race, and a luncheon was held to determine the color car each would drive, as well as his starting position. These were determined by the spin of a wheel.

Motor Man and I were seated at the table with Nascar driver, Jeff Burton, which was fitting, since he’s also a native Virginian.  The IROC race that year was sponsored by True Value, and the Make-A-Wish Foundation was also involved.  After lunch and all the wheel-spinning was complete, the emcee announced that there was a young man there (through Make-A-Wish) whose wish was to meet Dale Earnhardt, Sr.  He then asked Earnhardt to please come forward to meet and have his photo taken with this little boy; I think his name was Travis, although I can’t remember for sure.  But I’ll refer to him in this post as Travis.

Instead of just posing by himself with Travis for those from the media to take photos, Earnhardt asked all the drivers at the luncheon to come forward. He wanted Travis to meet and have his picture taken with all of them. Motor Man and I were impressed that Dale didn’t “hog” that spotlight for himself. I was blinking back tears to the point that Jeff Burton leaned over to us and asked if Travis were our child.

I wasn’t sure if we’d be allowed to take photos at the luncheon, so I only had a little disposable cameras in my purse. This isn’t a good picture, but I wanted to share it because it reminds me of the compassion “The Intimidator” showed when meeting that little boy. (That’s Dale in the yellow shirt.)

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I’ve blurred out Travis’s face, since, obviously, I don’t have permission to post his picture.  But I’ve always remembered what he said while the photos were being taken: “I’ve always wanted to meet Dale Earnardt, and now I have.”

Motor Man and I were in the stands that next Sunday for the Daytona 500. Since our seats weren’t very good, we left early. We decided that we could enjoy the race more by listening to it on the car radio as we started our trip back to Virginia.

We were in Savannah when Dale Earnhardt’s death was announced: 18 years ago today.

One of our first thoughts was of Travis and how his wish had come true.

~These Days Of Mine~