Anyway, today's walk featured some slight detours into areas we don't usually travel, where we found...
A fallen tree doubling as a forest homeless shelter...
A squirrel urinal...
"Help me, help me! I gots too many vines..."
This tree fascinated me- so many branches apparently sawn off. Had this been a yard at some point?
Stick found an old coke bottle. Sure wish it hadn't been broken...
Another one of those things that fascinates me. The isolated patch of grass in the middle of the woods.
About as rotten as you can get? Check!
A trail inside the woods paralleling the back trail outside.
Squirrel habaneros? I crushed one, didn't smell like anything. Green inside with a black seed. Taste? Don't ask me!
True story, as I took a rest.
Dad: "I suppose you're ready to go?"
The beach is just down from the bend in the creek.
Once pretty uniform, it got deeper in this pool after this spring's flooding.
Scrappy spotted him from fifty feet away- but can't see a toy across the room. Go figure.
Chipmunk shelving! Convenient, and comes in white...
Now that the horse chestnuts are slowing down, the hickory nuts are dropping.
Scrappy smells him, but I see him.
Drat! Foiled again!
Closed signs on the south bridge again? No, Just patching up the road near it.
Our big puffball blew up, leaving but a lonely earthworm to mourn its demise.
Wooly Worm says mild winter- plenty of brown. Scrappy tried to taste him...
...immediately thereafter eating grass to remove the taste.
And a bright red chopper finishes the trip.