Mohawk dog - leader of the chorus

Dawn was breaking as we entered the park. The misty fog gathered in the low lying areas and across the soccer fields towards the back of the park. It brought to mind one of the traditional songs I first heard sung by Steeleye Span and I sang it in my head (One misty moisty morning when cloudy was the weather I met with an old man clothed all in leather...)

We three walked the dirt road and noted the dew-brushed spider webs and grasses. The first meadow was still full of wildflowers freshened by our recent rains. All along the road were signs that we were just minutes behind the deer. Hooves had broken through the dry surface of the road and into the mud just below...tracks still damp.

As we approached the second meadow one doe was framed by the woods on either side of us. I pointed at her twice to make sure those in our party were aware and quiet. As we were clearing the woods we heard that loud warning snort on our right. Alerted, those in the meadow started bounding away through the high grass. I counted six then two more came out of the woods and joined the herd. Seeing them like this never grows old for me.

We turned towards home and one last deer crossed the road about 100 feet ahead of us. I don't know if this was a straggler or if she circled around us. But Paddy could barely be contained.

The rest of the way we stopped frequently to take photos. I will post tonight if any are clear. It is hard not to wiggle the camera when holding a "deer-excited" Padimus.

Our final smile came just blocks from the house when we discovered Mohawk dog and his owner out in their front yard. We exchanged a few words. I told him how much we enjoyed his dogs - that we called them "Mohawk dog and his gang." He related how that was right. Mohawk dog is the oldest and the leader.

[We did try out the new "bling" and are quite taken with the hat light.]