My plan this morning was to take a walk without Tucker so I could take pictures of the tracks left in the dust on our country road. First I only found tracks of farm equipment. Then I found ant hills freshly mounded. The farther I went, the more the wind blew. I realized the dirt was blowing in the tracks as fast as they were made. When I crested the hill on the way back to the house, I saw the coming weather and the reason for the cold wind. I gave up. There are no track pictures because all the smart wild things know a storm is coming and are hunkered down. Maybe next time.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Morning Walk
My plan this morning was to take a walk without Tucker so I could take pictures of the tracks left in the dust on our country road. First I only found tracks of farm equipment. Then I found ant hills freshly mounded. The farther I went, the more the wind blew. I realized the dirt was blowing in the tracks as fast as they were made. When I crested the hill on the way back to the house, I saw the coming weather and the reason for the cold wind. I gave up. There are no track pictures because all the smart wild things know a storm is coming and are hunkered down. Maybe next time.
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I miss you mother. 2.5 more weeks!
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