Heading out on our walk:
|Bingo leaves Tabby to scritchy-scratch.|
Then Tabby settles into some good driveway dirt:
See this beautiful butterfly?
Bingo is oblivious. But Tabby is not!
|My beautiful purple flower-weeds . . .|
. . . are turning into this:
Across the road in the morning, the cows graze:
|The calf is getting big! His name is Coco but I call him HowNow (as in "how now, brown cow").|
Sometimes I want to go across the road & say hello to them, but I don't want Tabby to cross the road with us. But the cows look up and acknowledge us when we walk up the driveway. They're used to us. We got a new neighbor across the street, bordering the cow field. The partying 20-somethings left. And a guy came out with a little chi-wow-wow type dog and was walking it, smoking a cigarette. The cows looked over at him, and then looked over at me as if to say, "New guy."
And then down to the lake we go:
|I want to point out that the green stuff along the edge of the water is not algae, it's lily pads.|
Look! The leaves are turning:
|I think Bingo was watching some kids across the lake play.|
Every once in a while, she gets tangled up:
I let her go wherever she wants, so recently she decided to explore along the little creek:
|As she trotted down there, a frog jumped into the water.|
|What is it about creeks that people chuck tires along side? *SIGH*|
|Another leaf turning.|
|Across the lake. Again, those are lily pads!|
And back up the trail we go. :-)