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.
A view that brings out the 'brrrrr' in me - though Tasha doesn't care.
ReplyDeleteIt's good to have a dog to alert you and keep you paying attention to the good things in plain view.
ReplyDeleteOoooh, I hate hearing about the hunting days happening so close to you.
ReplyDeleteNice to see Tasha, at all times :)
raybeard, she's better equipped to handle the cold!
ReplyDeleteevelyn, the main danger is that a hunter might mistake her for something else, and shoot! Some of the hunters we see have their own dogs with them.
judy, after 23 years, we've gotten pretty used to hunt days. ;)