Mom picked up Mindy and headed into the house with her. “Stay inside, Min-Min. Beaglie and I are going for a walk and you really can’t come this time. I promise you we will all go for a walk later on today…you, me, dad and Boomer.”
Dad headed up to do something or other at the pasture in the Upper End
The storm clouds were finally moving away from the farm
Mom and I headed off…Mom with her camera and me with my very clever Beagle nose.
I scared up a pheasant for Mom
Not once but twice! Mom gave me lots of pats for that, “Pheasants are really hard to get a photo of, Thank you, Boomer!”
Over at the equipment area, Mom and I saw a Chipmunk
He or she was eating something
Then he or she, or she or he saw us and scampered off
We walked on, over the hill, on to the fire road hill, then down the trail on the COYOTE HILL…I hate that hill!
But Mom doesn’t know that’s COYOTE HILL, only animals know that—people don’t seem to know much about animals and hangouts.
There we saw another (or the same) pheasant. Mom was delighted!
We walked a long time, then headed over to the Look Out Hill and Mom saw a squirrel
When Mom and I walked back to the equipment area we saw a Quail where the chipmunk had been
Then we headed home
On the way we met Dad he was coming back from making ditches…geez, we must have been gone a long time.
Later that afternoon I helped Mom and Dad gather up fence posts for her gardens. (Mom puts up fences to keep the chickens out of her garden beds.)
Life is good!
All Mom has to do is call my name and I’m ready to go!