Some mornings the critters are all on the move. There are deer everywhere moving from one field to another. Little furry mammals (I'm never sure if they are possums, raccoons, or ground hogs ) move as shadows across the gravel road. Every half-mile I smell a different skunk. I hear the coyotes and owls when I haven't heard them for weeks. I'll even at times see an owl swoosh from one stand of trees to another.
I don't know if it is a phase of the moon, barometric pressure, change in wind, or change in temperature. I wish I kept record of such things but that might steal a lot of joy out of my walks.
The one constant on moving day is that my dogs wear out my arms.. They test the limits of a canvas strap leash and an old man's endurance. A great upper body workout.
I don't know if it is a phase of the moon, barometric pressure, change in wind, or change in temperature. I wish I kept record of such things but that might steal a lot of joy out of my walks.
The one constant on moving day is that my dogs wear out my arms.. They test the limits of a canvas strap leash and an old man's endurance. A great upper body workout.
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