Today was a near perfect February day to take a
walk. My thin sweatshirt was off and
tied around my waste within seconds of leaving the house and my shirt sleeves
were pushed up above my elbows. The breeze proved to be more comforting than inconvenient.
The two Canada geese were still residing down at
the pond. They had been joined by two ducks.
A Mallard couple to be exact. The geese were quiet, so in a matter of
three days of visiting they evidently had become accustomed to me and my dogs. The ducks…not so much. I was able to get a couple of photos of the
majestic pair before Buddy and Snowball chased them off. The two birds took to the air as the dogs
jumped up and down at them in excitement from the edge of the water. The drake and hen flew away in the direction
of a neighbor’s pond. My loss.
Buddy found a bone and carried it back home. He would run ahead of us and chew, grab the
bone and run ahead again as we caught up.
Snowball, on the other hand, walked right behind
my heels which is rare. I heard his panting. Weather that is desirable for me is not for
Snowball. After all, he is a Pyrenees
Mountain Dog. When I am cold, Snowball
is cozy. When I am freezing, Snowball is
in his element.
The walk was near ending when I noticed what I
think was my first sighting of a Pileated Woodpecker this season. I saw bright red and white undulated through
the nearby woods, the colors bold against the grey of the tree bark and bare
branches. How thrilling!
The birds are beginning to come out from their
winter hiding.
Hurray!
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