Walks with Scrappy

It's picture post time, with some story woven in.

First stop:  Friday....

Here is evidence that Scrappy is losing his touch.  Notice him absently sniffing the grass.  But if you look at the pile of parking lot bumpers behind him...

You'll notice four little ground hoglets looking out at us and the rest of the world.  All told, Scrappy had a total of 8 ground hogs that should have been within his sense of smell pass harmlessly by him, including three of them after I let him off his leash and shouted, "Go get 'em!"  He looked at me and then turned to run- not where they went but to the nearest den he knew about.  I showed him where they had run TO the den, and he joyfully tracked them backwards to where they HAD been.  Not a good day for up.

Squirrel, not bear

One shot from a late Saturday afternoon jaunt...

And then today (AKA Sunday morning)...

Columbines at the woods' north entrance

Good morning, Big Guy!

Scrappy getting his mojo back, moments after pursuing a chipmunk.  That'a boy, start small.

Biggest Jack I've seen

Scrappy peels off at the bridge for a beach trip

And then up into the usual dead end.

"I said, I'm not going back there!"

The black object in the grass above was a tragedy- a young goose who had apparently hit a wire above and crashed.  He was on his back, weakly flapping his feet.  Nothing we could do...

The barn swallows (above) were everywhere.  Got buzzed pretty good a couple of times.

Finally getting Mr Limpy to take a break

But I had to promise him a walk over the old bridge to the barn to get him to agree.