Tasha Tuesday

Well, sort of. It's more of a Lone Poplar Tuesday. But what the heck. Tasha's in there.

All the leaves are off the Lone Poplar now. That's fog climbing up from the stream bed below.

Today's a holiday. That makes it a hunt day. We have to be careful out there. Speaking of which, a week or so ago Tasha, while inside the house, started barking to tell us there was somebody or something outside. I opened the door and heard a loud squawking and the sound of wings flapping unusually close. I went downstairs and outside and there was a male pheasant in the road. He was heading out to the vineyard, and he was not in a hurry. He was a beautiful bird, his colors shone brightly as he pranced down the road. I wonder if he's still out there.