Brisk, cold mornings...

Sometimes, I see a vision that reminds me of photos I've seen of England or Ireland, maybe even Scotland.  This is one...

Fog in the valley.  Within 15 minutes of taking the photo, it had burned off in the morning sun, despite the cold.

I've watched all the leaves fall off this tree, day by day.

A jet leaves a contrail.

Flint, walking along, as happy as can be.  Each day he wants to walk more. I let him, as much as possible, keeping an eye out for when he gets tired.

Lots of photos - been busy...

This morning's walk was a crisp 31 degrees.  We didn't go to the bridge, only walked about halfway due to time constraints.  Because its getting light later, our walks have moved to about 7 am.  Usually, we have places to be by 9 am. An hour walk gives us only 30 minutes to get ready when we get back.  Here is a conglomeration of photos from different days.

A honey-colored sky.

You can barely see the moon in the lower center right of the photo.

This photo was taken the same day as the moon shot above, about 30 minutes later at the bridge. The cloud spot in the center was a natural phenomenon - not a flaw in the camera.  It was quite unusual to see.

We couldn't tell from far away, but this is probably a falcon, not a red-tailed hawk. The photo doesn't show it well, but the beak was more curved.

This moth was on a bathroom washcloth one morning.

Richard is outside, and Echo and Buddy are keeping an eye on him.  When he chops trees, the dogs aren't allowed outside. Both were a bit miffed they weren't being let out.

The glow on Buddy's face is Richard's computer screen.  Note Buddy's paw laying over Christian.

I was sweeping the room and threw the dog beds together, one on top of the other.  About 30 minutes later, as I went to put them back in place, Christian crawled out of the lower bed.  I'd not even seen him there, and I guess he figured being snug was OK.

A rare picture of Emmy, with Dinah.  Emmy has become so feral she won't hardly let anyone touch her.  However, she has finally decided she likes Dinah and Christian, and will often eat with Dinah (but not Christian, because he steals her food).

An assortment of photos...

 

We are still going on morning walks, but the rest of the days are taken up with various things.  After weeks of traveling off and on, there are a lot of chores - mowing, grocery shopping, church, helping neighbors, and taking care of our own household/cars/property.  And walking the dogs. :)

Right in the road, between our house, and Mom and Pa's.

At the bridge, Echo contemplates the sunrise.

Flint is joyful he can now walk part of the way, and he happily explores the sides of the road, the bridge, and anything that moves.

On a walk with the neighbor we found this. An armadillo, snuffling in the gravel before making his way to the side of the road and into the brush.

Home again, Christian chose to sleep in a somewhat normal pose...except for his tongue protruding through his teeth.

Christian is perfectly content being unable to breathe, apparently.  It took him about 5 minutes to figure out he was being squashed by an 85 pound dog, and protest mildly.  We had to tell Buddy to move, Christian didn't seem too concerned.  We don't call him Dumber-than-a-box-of-rocks for nothing. Sigh.

Dinah decides laying on Christian is a good thing.

Echo tolerates the cats, who adore cuddling up to her, because she is very warm with all that fur.