First off…TALLY CAME!!! Tally always hugs and loves on me THE BEST!
Tally also had a first…Dad announced she was now old enough to drive the four-wheeler BY HERSELF! She was really proud of that moment. She drove here and there and wherever Dad said she could go!! Not all the time, but when Dad said she could!
One day we all were up at the Upper End when Mom spotted the biggest news at the Upper End (and the Biggest News of the WHOLE week)!
Something killed and ate a HAWK!!! Feather’s everywhere.
Later on in the afternoon Tally took a bike ride and we went way back up there to check out the feathers, and the news…you KNOW I love gathering the news!
Tally took three feathers — two for her and one for Grammy. Grammy likes to find feathers she puts them in a special place. When Mom/Grammy finds a feather she always thinks it’s a gift from the bird to Mom/Grammy.
Anyway, as Tally was gathering feathers she JUMPED back and gave a start I came over to see what happened… “There’s a foot/claw in there, Boomie” she said. “Whoever ate this hawk forgot to eat one foot.” I saw Tally shudder. Humm…wonder why she shuddered.
Then she put the three feathers in her ponytail and we headed back.
The next morning Grandpa and Tally went for a very early four-wheeler ride and they saw a GREAT! BIG! BIRD! Sitting in a tree close to the place where the hawk was dinner. Grandpa/Dad wasn’t real sure what the bird was, but Tally thought it looked like a Golden Eagle…Grandpa/Dad said that was very possible since we have them around here.
Mom, Tally, Dad, and I saw the buck who is living close by. He lost the battle of the Back Forty to a younger buck (Dad saw them battling); he mopped his way down here and has been sluppling around in a depression ever since. Mom says he is beautiful but she isn’t sure she likes him hanging around in her yard. (Although, I did see Mom take out two pumpkins, smash them, and pull them open for the buck to eat….just say’n.)
Oh…to be fair Mom did put the pumpkins in the corn field, not on her lawn.
We went to town one day TO MY STORE!!! But Mom wouldn’t let me get out this time…she said Dad was just running in for a minute (more like FOREVER) and we were waiting in the truck.
I pouted…that’s MY STORE! The only store in the whole wide town I get to go in and smell TOWN things. Grump, grump!
Then it was time for my little buddie to leave. Sigh…sure was sad to see her drive off.
I took myself to my bed and just laid there forever feeling so sad….
Mom came to me and said she and Dad were going for a walk…do I want to come or continue laying on my bed.
I sat up and looked at her….WALK!
You bet I’m ready for walk!
Well, that’s my week…lots of ups and downs. But when it comes time for a walk…I AM YOUR DOG!