Huck and I are going to let our person write today as it’s a misty morning, the scent is rising from the ground, and we have deer trails to explore on dog walk. So noses to the ground and forward ho!
We trotted down the front driveway hill this morning, around the curve and into the lane below our house. We did this quickly before any cars could come over the hill. It was, as they say in Ireland, a “soft morning”. Leaves falling, ground wet, our steps silent as fog. Our summer birds have left Iowa to go south for the winter. Who wants to beak out a worm at -10 from under a foot of snow? Right now though, the Honeysuckle bush has set her table with bright, red berries for the flocks of migratory visitors due here any day. With corn waiting in the fields for harvest and weed and thistle seeds galore, birds have a wonderful energy buffet waiting to power them on their way.
Ah oh! Did you guys roll in something?