The Daemon Sisters Host a City Clicker Kuvasz

Robert Denlinger - May 18 1999
Daemon Kuv's and Strange Lights

Hello again. Last night, I was returning my two "Breezeway Queens" to their respective stalls. That's Phoebe and Ariel if you don't recall. They're nearly one year old and their backs are already at my shoulders! I give them time after evening "Turn-In" to saunter around the inside of the horse barn to strengthen social ties and generally mill around acting "Cool". The two sweet colts wreak havoc with anything that's available to them, but that's offset by the good it does them to "Greet" each of the other horses in semi-controlled conditions.

So I was tied up so to speak. I heard Capella making her shrill "Come here quick! Now!" call to me, from afar in the sheep nets. "Yuk!", I thought, barely able to stay awake anyway. Dutifully, I trudged back into the house and changed to boots and gloves plus a jacket and hat. All that because the weird warm weather has brought out all the flying things that eat me up, in the night. And it seems early for them, at that.

I grabbed the usual combat gear too. And Bear, having heard the same call from Capella, was concerned. In the past, whenever one of the Daemon Kuv's calls like that, something in their "Order Nerd" world is awry and they need it explained to them. So, off Bear and I went.

"Yawn". Stumble. (It's Pitch-Black out there, you know). All the evening sounds were right. The crickets and the whipper-will's were doing their thing. Thus I concluded that a UFO hadn't landed (yet). I didn't hear any other, out of place, noises.

I'd like to say I didn't see anything strange, but my eyes were sticky from allergies and sleepiness. So I did see "something". Maybe it was several people with little flashlights. When I was several hundred feet away, Capella stopped her "Call" and made the tiny whimper that means "Oh At Last, Master". I could tell by the way it sounded that she was facing me. Although I haven't a clue how she could tell it was me because there was no wind, I was silent as a mountain lion stalking her prey and I was in nearly black attire. But, none the less, as always, Capella noticed me approaching beyond the detection range that we mere mortals have.

Let's get back to these lights. (I'm still walking and negotiating the terrain, albeit its "flat") - There's a few over there. Wait. There's a few over here. "Blink", on for a long while, then off. They're moving. Maybe they are eclipsed by the leaves and branches. In my pasture? No trees in the middle. Try again. So I finally arrived at the Net. Leroy was suspicious and, I think, never did believe it was me. So much so, that I put the light of the spotlight on my person, rather than on them. "See Leroy, it's me!!". "Horse Pucky it is" , he replied.

Thank goodness for the net, because I think he would have been in my face, all to quick and before Capella could "Down" him. Anyway, she reminded him who I was. But she was still preoccupied with the lights the strange people were carrying about in her pasture. They did seem bright. OK, I'll explain. But, really, I did marvel at the sight when I (nearly) instantly figured it out.

We've had unusual weather, warm and humid. I think it was 89 degrees here, on my official NWS weather station gear. Thus, the lightning-bugs, or whatever y'all call them, were out in great numbers trying to blink up some mates. They were incandescing for a much longer time than I remember seeing them do, before. And this is what Capella was worried about. I believe that last year there were fewer and they didn't stay on as long when they blinked. And it did look like a whole bunch of people with tiny little flashlights. She made a few lunges at them while I was trying to explain to her it was just normal nature stuff. Capella wasn't sure of my sanity


Robert Denlinger - May 20 1999
Leroy the Kuv goes one-on-two

Didja ever wonder if a city-slicker Kuvasz could be thrust into a real-life guarding position and do well? Huh? Didja? Where's Andy Rooney when I need his dialogue the most?

I moved the nets over a square, yesterday. Leroy, the visiting Kuvasz and master of G. Triplett, stayed around, as before. This time he explored a larger circle around the intended new grazing paddock. None the less, he came back and went into the nets when they were ready. Also, my experiment about making a small, easily portable, area for the Kuv's to call "Home", expanded to a pentagon. What more appropriate a structure could there be for two fierce, militaristic LGD's than a five sided pen?

Leroy had just about figured out how to push the gate to squeeze through and get to his food. I have it short-chained to allow a squeezing Kuvasz but not a chow-hound Ewe to gain entry. I noticed Leroy laying in there, and Capella laying on the outside. Whenever a nosey Ewe would approach, albeit in the stealth-mode, Capella would spring to action and "Warn" the Ewe away from the "Fortress". Then she'd lay back down in the tall grass. By today I noted that Ewes were just leaving the area alone. Ah, peace at last for the weary LGD.

Leroy continued to bark and warn me, yesterday, as I rode by on Corey. Sure thought he's figure it out by now. Capella spots us from light-years away and remains in the shade. Or maybe she sends her student out for the exercise.

So, I guess you're waiting for the "Main-Event"? It's dusk. Actually, right now, it's dark. That was a half-hour ago that I was out. Anyhow, I finished chow and just sat down to this blithering machine to see if the gods favored me with praises or rather showered me with scorn-emails. So I hear the "Wrong" barking noises. I mean, "They ain't ours" noises. Then I hear two very angry Kuvasz barking. Very. I hear Mary going out on the deck. I hear Capella's, now well understood, high-pitched call for me to get my lazy behind out there.

I ran to the deck and was putting on socks and boots. Over there, in the triangle, I could make out three distinct groups. A mob of sheep in the middle. Capella aiming at the now discovered "Me", and a Dragon at the edge of the nets and adjacent to the river path. That's Leroy, by the way. Even at that distance, I could see his tail up and see him bounce and emit a very, very powerful deep roar. Shit-Howdy, as we say on horse-back, Leroy was really riled up about something. Aha! I could see AND hear two hunting dogs! Geeze, they were right at the GD nets!!!!

Capella left the sheep and sprinted to Leroy's side. There was a terrible racket of blended roars, some feeble attempts at yelps and Capella lunged. Leroy lunged. Capella made a circle, lining up perpendicular to the net and the threat. Oh #@%@!! she's going to either jump it or slide under!! Or so it appeared to me. Bear was right beside me, pointing that way and offering assistance in the form of a few deep growls and loud barks. Mary handed me the combat shotgun and I took off. But not without letting Einstein out of the X-Pen.

Einstein, a Border Collie rescue, is truly intelligent, even for a BC. But he's also extremely aggressive and unafraid of Bear or anything else. He's also excessively agile, nimble, fleet of foot and can turn on a dime. And he takes orders splendidly. So, I take him on these forays too.

On the way, I noticed Queeup and Shaanav were very alert and heading towards the net. Now folks, this is unusual. Q and S, both Wild Mustangs that I brought from home in Nevada, have little notches on their airframes representing "Kills". It's the nature of the mustang to attack predators rather than flee, if at all possible. Well, when the Kuv's have barked before, Queeup and Shaanav have generally ignored it. Or perhaps looked around and decided it wasn't a threat to the herd. So here we are, in the failing light of the evening. Two mustangs, a BC, a big furry, 150 pound male Kuvasz, the Bear and me speeding towards the nets.

Capella saw me coming, acknowledged same in the usual fashion. That is, she spun around and went back to the fracas that Leroy was in. The mustangs, their eyes being higher than mine and over twice as good at night as mine, stopped and just watched. Leroy was face to face with a snarling something. Capella didn't jump the net but did a super impression of a fire breathing Dragon at the edge of the nets.

And I arrived on the opposite corner only to see ....gee, nothing. But Leroy saw me and the entourage approaching and turned his fury on me. Capella downed him rather swiftly. He got up and barked at us, then turned his head to Capella, who was just staring and wiggling her cute furry body in excitement of the "Master's Approach". Leroy took the hint. Thank goodness. I hate it when Leroy is mad and I'm the target.

No blood. No gore. No hunting dogs to bury. Nice clean job by two great LGD's. I'm assuming that they were terrified by being face to face with the Kuvasz on full alert. And, believe me, they were face to face. Only the thin electric net was separating them from a sudden death. That path they are on is about four feet wide. The drop-off into the river is, perhaps, what? six -- seven feet there. So do we assume they jumped and swam away? Dunno.

I scouted downstream another half-mile. Bear and Einstein did not seem to pick up any scents that turned them on. The sheep went back to grazing. Leroy gave off an occasional roar, albeit in the other direction from the one I was going. Shaanav ran out to greet us on the way back. Actually, it is his distinct duty to be point-man. Really. He's the one that run's out to see "What it is". Queeup, a very masterful combat artist, the herd-stallion would always wait "in the curtains" so to speak. But this is normal range behavior and may bore the heck out of some of you.

Anyway, Bear, all excited from his outing, decided he wanted to "Play-Bow" at Shaanav's lowered head. Poor Bear thought Shaanav would be a great play-mate. Wrong choice. Wrong time of "Dusk" and definitely, the wrong horse to try it with. Shaanav we'll give credit to. He politely brushed Bear away with a powerful neck-fling. Bear took it as play and came back for more "fun". Again, Shaanav used restraint and, this time, just "Nosed" him back about fifty feet. I couldn't take the suspense, having seen what these two friends of mine can do when they are determined, so I called Bear to me. Shaanav took a last look around in the dark and bounded to Queeup. Then, as we "groupies" approached, the two mustangs continued to watch behind us. Staring into the night. Just staring on full alert posture.

When we got on the "ramp", they turned and trotted together to the barn. I took that as a supreme compliment from Queeup. It's OK if you missed the point. Anyway, this is an LGD related discussion list. We'll give an "A+" to Leroy for his graduation. There's no doubt that a city-slicker, couch-potato Kuvasz can make a rapid transition to full-fledged livestock protection. The caveat would be "Given another working LGD to train with AND good breeding". Triplett's Leroy is a real-live working LGD now. IMHO anyway. See ya. I gotta get to the sack. Somehow I believe those hunting dogs will try the lamb barn tonight. Sure hope Bear stay's awake because I'm currently missing Callisto's bold approach to all threats. She's taking lessons in how to B/L at judges in a Specialty, Kuvasz show, later this month. See Gerald-the-Cajun for details. Void where prohibited by sanity. Offer not good in some minds


Robert Denlinger - 5/29/1999
Gotta laugh and share this great piece of information. A local farmer, sitting atop his expensive John Deere while plowing some ground, just told me that I need to trim the expenses here. One of the "Items" he felt was unnecessary was so many "of them Big White Dawgs". "Hell", he said, "Every week I see in the paper some of those 'Grate Purr-knees' for only a hundred-fifty, out of Indiana. Why you got so many and why do yers cost so much?"