Grey and still // tracks and cracks

Everything was grey and still -- from the concrete and asphalt and dusty road below to the cloud-cover above.

We heard the whistle in the park that meant Sissy and Dewayne were already there training the labs. We have heard a mockingbird with a surprising facsimile of Dewayne's whistle so we always look to see if the truck is in the park (and retrievers milling around).

The deer left tracks in the grey dust near the places they enter and exit the woods (area of knocked down brush). Scruff and Paddy caught the scent, but we saw and heard no deer this morning...

Deer were here.

 I love these weeds. The are some of the few GREEN things left in the meadow.

The ground is already cracking. No rain.

This is the dirt road in the park. The cracks in the fields are more frightening.

You can see most of the cycle of the clematis - vine, flower and seed head.  We watch these almost every day to see if they are dry enough to harvest.

 More seeds of the clematis very close to being dry enough to pick. I wonder what has happened with all the others as we have seen blooms for a month, but few seeds past the "green spiky ball." Perhaps the deer or birds are eating them. We have managed to pick a very few seeds.












The pecan trees are bearing, but some trees are dropping the tiny pecans. The sidewalk is covered with them. We need more rain to have any kind of a crop this year.

These are native pecans in the park. I think the drought is easier on the native trees than on the hybrids.



While the walk was dull and grey, the progress of the pups is encouraging. Paddy is still a little jealous, but is fine as long as she gets the first treat. She is a fast "sitter" so that first treat is always hers. You can almost see the wheels turning in Scruffy's brain - "Oh, yeah. I am supposed to sit now."

Scruffy slept outside last night and we heard no frantic barking until three joggers ran by this morning.

While he is so excited to walk that he sometimes barks as his collar is changed, he did not bark while on the lead to eat (Paddy is food aggressive and Scruff is reported to be. We have decided to keep both on leads while they eat to avoid any theft or other altercation. The most frightened I have been with Paddy and Oreo was a food fight. Dogs are not as amusing as "Animal House."). He used to bark until I could get outside to release him. Today he and Paddy were both laying down and waiting for me.

Routine? Almost.

No rescue in sight...

We should have walked last night. At 8:30 it was lovely, but the baker had to go to the store for supplies and it was dark before the return home.

Instead there was a late start this morning...and the clouds came and went. The temp was humid, then nice, then unspeakable. And we were left with a miserable walk uphill before the welcome shade of our yard.

 Clouds retreating...

The (ir)responsible pet owner was prepared for anything, except she should have brought two bottles of water for the pets and one for her. The pets shared their bottle in the park and the human gambled on making it home without trouble - only a little discomforting thirst.

This was the kind of day designed for a DH (usually home watching Sunday Morning) hearing a distress cry for rescue and riding up on his ugly green steed. Some people pride themselves on independence and an ability to take care of anything. However, the DH does come in handy. But today DH is training to save the state in case of emergency and we had to quit being babies and walk ourselves home - straight into the sprinkler and then the tubs of water always at the ready in the back.

The rest of the walk, the early cooler part? It was much like any other (the sun snickering behind clouds...waiting until we were far enough away from home to catch us unprepared). We checked out the drying seed heads of wildflowers and listened to creatures in the cool depths of the wood.

The grasshoppers and their ilk are on the move. It is almost impossible to take a step in the the grass without flying insects taking off for a less disturbed spot to eat...and eat...
 

Lichen on mesquite trunk

 Tracks on the road - ??? (OK, the shoe print is mine)

Scrufalufagus in the weeds.

Master weaver...in the yard

I have been watering the yard all day. About to move the ferns, I spied a another web and the web-maker.

I seem to have spiders everywhere (Come on. They eat pests. Spiders are good. They just look scary). They love the corners in the house and the pathways in the yard. And garden spiders love this spot just off the front porch.

I am leaving the ferns alone for now...

What is that by my ferns?

Garden spider, master weaver

Wonders and wonders

darn...

The story of yesterday's walk disappeared in draft. I suspect a tired writer hit "delete" instead of "edit." The rewrite will likely leave out some moments, but it cannot be helped.

The walk was a delight. Cool at the start and, as we were early, it did not grow hot (and we did not grow tired and cranky). The heat only found us as we were near safe in the shade of our yard.

The lady of the beautiful flowering yard was out for her paper as we passed by.

Towards the bottom of the steep hill (before our turn into the park), movement drew our eyes to the right. The creek that runs through the park passes under our street and flows off to the south towards a later conflux with the Leon River. In the high grass and weeds along the banks stood a small doe. She saw us too and then moved down into the creek bed.

This was a day that became cooler in the park and cooler still along the dirt road. It must be a combination of diminishing concrete/asphalt that would normally hold the heat, no blanket of clouds to provide insulation, the proximity of the cooling water of the Leon, and shade.

I don't care why it was cool, I just enjoyed the oasis that was once Hander land. And I think of how they must have loved it and felt blessed by it - as I do.

Having already seen one deer we were confident that others waited in the meadows. We were not disappointed by the empty first meadow as we quickly saw a huge doe standing at the edge of the road/woods in the far meadow. We walked slowly and deliberately towards her. She stood unstartled and appeared to be moving to graze in the meadow. Walking to within fifty feet of her we wondered how close she would allow when a cicada near us started its piercing cry. The doe turned and dashed into the woods.

We dawdled a bit on the way home, checking the drying seeds and noting the few flowers stubbornly continuing to bloom - sunflowers, verbena (blooming almost from first of spring to this oven of summer), iron weed...and the clematis...

At the top of the steep hill were three (THREE!) grey cats - one lounging, one hiding in the high grass, and one perched on the fire hydrant. Of course, on a day of wonders, there was no camera in my pocket.

We watched two yellow/green breasted birds chasing and fluttering across our street (I have no idea what, exactly, they were).

Today was another matter. We started late. It was already hot and the glowing sun, full-over the tree line seemed to be laughing at us as we moved along.

The pups were distracted by everything - smells and bugs and each other. It was a constant battle to untangle the leads, keep them out of the street, and move forward.

Heat = cranky for me. And I was. Uncooperative dogs did not help.

The only respite from my mood came on the dirt road. As we walked towards the spot where we saw the large doe yesterday we spied her again, although today she was on the road between the meadows. She wasted no time before crashing into the woods. And today, as we walked, we could clearly hear the movements of large animals in the brush and brambles and woody areas on both sides of the road. The pups noticed the noise - stopping and pointing at the snapping twigs, crunching grass and general crashing noises to our right and left.

We noticed long trails of small hand-like tracks in the dust of the road. We choose to think they are raccoon tracks rather than possum or skunk. There are so many creatures in these woods.

Only a pair of cardinals could be seen in a clearing in the brush. We have watched these cardinals on many walks. They often fly back and forth across the road as we walk along. Today the female flew to a cedar a few feet from my shoulder. She perched for some time watching us. I wonder where they are nesting. It must be close.

We continued the frustrating tangling and untangling of leashes/starting and stopping of walkers (and tripping of the unwary) most of the way home.



[There was a camera in pocket today. It captured the creations of some of the weavers/web makers. This summer of creepy crawlies is weird and wonderful, if not entirely beautiful.]

Clematis seeds - about to mail to dear brother

Weavers at work in the fields

More webs

I appreciate the weavers who do not set traps across paths and roadways.

Not webs, but wispy seed carriers. Click photo for a closer view.

Routine? What routine?

With work reaching the frazzle point and the record heat (106 on Tuesday!) of this week our routine has been shot.

Yesterday evening Houdini dog achieved an elaborate escape from the yard. She greeted the girls as they arrived home and then almost ran into traffic. Scruffy, confused, stood at the gate and barked.

Padimus was so proud of herself..."See, how clever I am." She came into the house and wanted to be praised, but instead received the ignominy of the crate. Scruff happily trotted into the house and into his crate. He seems to be very happy there and it is his only consistent "trick" (and he does not bark when crate-bound).

DH growled, "I thought we got Scruffy to keep Paddy company and in the yard. It does not appear to be working."

We were all exhausted and could not muster the energy to take even the shortest walk. Apparently it is a bad idea to walk pets for more than 10 minutes in the heat. So, I guess no harm, no foul.

Everyone overslept this morning and so at 6:00 we now wait patiently for a very very short walk if the temperature drops below 90 before it is pitch black. Or, if I get my second wind, we will drive to the park along the creek and wade. It would be lovely to splash a bit - provided there is no duck chasing.

Stay tuned...

8:35 p.m. Wednesday

OK. We were impatient. It was still 99 at 7:45 and we just thought we needed a ramble...and the water would cool us down a bit...

So we borrowed DH's car (yup...you know. There is junk in my car and no room for two pups) and headed to Nolan Creek.

The park was busy, but a couple of parking places were available. We only needed one...

We went as directly as we could to the water. The irresponsible pet owner did have to scrounge around for litter to pick up after one excited pet, but we left the place better than we found it.

There are many places to get in the water and we tried a couple of them.  One is upstream of the foot bridge. It was deserted (as no parent wants a kid getting caught in the minimal current and dragged through the culvert - it is a bad thing to teach 'em for the floods will come and the culverts pose a real hazard). The dogs didn't swim, but they waded in and cooled off. Then I was cooled by the dog shake. I will have to try and capture that on film, but I had no help today and it was all I could do to contain the pups.

An amazing number of dragonflies and maiden flies scoot around the water and greenery on the banks.

The creek bed is gravelly, but it is not a real gravel or pebble bottom - the creek is lined with fossilized shells. As kids we called them devil's toenails, but I am sure there are many different types of fossils present. The dogs don't really care to do any rock hunting and I do not stop to pick any up. Scruff and Paddy are more interested in the people milling around in the park...the girl on the scooter, the boy bouncing a basketball, the family running and especially the family eating on the gravel-bar near the bridge.

We tried another dip in the water and found perch swimming. At one point Scruff put his head entirely underwater. I don't know if he was trying to see the fish better or if he just loves water, but he looked at me as if to say, "What?"

I think I project my sarcastic and disrespectful attitude on my sweet dogs. Really - they just want to smell things and track and get a treat now and then, no?

After our last dip we wandered back to the car and headed home. We expect to enjoy a few more of these creek trips - especially when the lazy do not rise early enough for the morning hike.

Big Orange Ball

The sun hovered at the tree line - a big orange ball floating in the pink morning sky.

It promised a scorcher today. But, the rays had not yet reached us. And we felt a little fresher with each step towards the early cool of the park.

Out ahead of the sun and the rush of traffic we enjoyed the sounds of the morning.  The birds were all warming up their songs. It was like those few minutes before the orchestra starts playing or the moments a choir tunes up for a concert. Each bird tweeted or chirped or warbled its own special music...melodies unknown by woman or dog. We stopped and watched what we thought was a woodpecker or sapsucker singing atop a utility post, but he disappeared and we moved on.

We marked our own time with the slap of shoe and click of dog nails on concrete as impatient pups  moved me down the street...to the park.

We found a few seeds browned by the warm dry weather and pocketed them for sharing. It is anyone's guess which seeds will make it in the ground and which will be lost to a forgetful gardener's laundry. These are for the brother who plants. He was so kind not to tease me as I admitted my inability to identify all but the most obvious of bird (I know cardinals, robins, jays, scissor tailed flycatchers, caracara  - yes - easy ones.). I promised  seeds of  cyclamen and ash and mallow. His are  more likely to find fresh earth and water and sprout for next year.

We headed for home just ahead of the first wave of heat as the sun cleared the trees.

Ch-ch-ch-Ch-ch-ch-Ch-ch-shhhhhhhhh!

Spent most of yesterday on the road and followed it up with a late and heavy meal. I am feeling almost "hung-over" today so the walk was late and hot.

I know I will appreciate it as soon as I cool off and hydrate, but right now, as the salty sweat burns my eyes and my head aches a bit, my words fail me. There were wonders on this walk and simple good moments. But right now I can only think about this sticky T-shirt smeared with the leftover makeup of yesterday mixed with dirt and sweat and tears from stinging eyes.

The pups and I walked on the north side of the street most of the way to the park today. Our late start meant the sun was already all too hot and too bright on the south side. At least there was some shade remaining on the north.

We did cross the street once as a neighbor was having a garage sale. While not interested in buying anything, THIS is the neighbor with the salmon color Althea. THIS was the opportunity to request (beg?) cuttings in the fall. SUCCESS! She was only too glad to scratch the ears of the pups and consent to clipping of the Althea come October.

Crossing the road once again we tried to hurry to the park, but the sun was taking its toll. We three cranky walkers tangled in leashes and leads, around trees, shrubs and telephone polls...

Finally we reached the park - but there was little reprieve. There was no  degree temperature drop we often receive. It was still just as hot and our walk now largely unshaded.

We sought out the places where smells are good (for dogs) and I could take stock of the seeds we plan to save as they mature. Yesterday, my brother, R, showed me that the wild spiky things left after the purple clematis blooms die are, in fact, the seed casings. How wildly fabulous!  I knew they had to have a reason besides providing a crazy looking growth on the vine, but it was good to have more information.
 

 
He also shared that "old man's beard," that fluffy blooming stuff that hugs barbed wire fencing across central and south Texas, is also a clematis - making the spiky seed pods more understandable.

He and I shared the long drive yesterday and it was a wonderfully soul affirming trip. I can ask my "plant questions of the uneducated." The drive was through the hilly north-central Texas area and provided much to discuss. A plant exchange almost always follows visits with my siblings.

On the return home from the park we greeted more neighbors on bikes and walking. Then my friend, V, drove by waiving.

But one last comment - remembering water for my dark coated friends, we stopped for a break and both dogs shared a drink from my cupped hand. I think there is nothing sweeter than drinking dogs - tongues lapping the water and then nudging up for a quick kiss or sneeze. (OK - sneeze not so sweet).

Oh, and the title? "Ch-ch-ch-Ch-ch-ch-Ch-ch-shhhhhhhh!" is the sound of this hot summer day. It is the sound of the sprinklers watering thirsty lawns and the cicadas in the trees...

What a difference a day makes...

Thursday...

When you wake up late the walk is more a "hustle" (I do not run). I know I cannot oversleep on a work day, but sometimes I do. And DH "thinks I need the sleep" and does not wake me. We did "hustle" down the road just long enough to stretch our legs and note a couple of lounging cats (at the house where an elderly gentleman appears to feed a goodly percentage of the neighborhood cats) and two woman power walking back and forth on our street.

The mopey looks I received from Snuffalous Scruffalous and Padimus Maximus will likely shame me into an evening walk.We have a busy weekend again and our routine will, of necessity, suffer. [I suspect the middle-aged woman has a harder time with these changes than the pups do...]

Later...oh, shame again! At evening walk time I found myself having to run to work to pick up the eggs (one of my coworkers has chickens!) I left on the desk. Somehow I knew I did not want to find them waiting for me on Monday morning.

I drove home past the park and saw deer along the edge of the woods and then walking to the creek.

Dogs are not happy with me.

Friday a.m.

Ah, some Friday mornings I bless the summer schedule!

The pups and I took off to the park in surprisingly pleasant temperature considering the heat of yesterday and the lateness of the hour.

Walking past the nursing home we were treated with the scent of bacon and pancakes...and none of us had eaten breakfast...stomachs growling, we continued on our way.

The park was almost bustling - city workers arriving and departing with equipment as well as walkers, runners and bikers enjoying the morning.

Knowing it was too late for deer, we went to the enclosed practice diamond - one of the only places where I will let the dogs off leash. They almost flew they were so glad to be able to stretch and run.

We practiced "coming" when called. Scruffy responds beautifully. I will not comment on the chocolate lab...much.

I know Scruff complies hoping there is a treat. Paddy will then "get" it and join the race for a biscuit.

Two puppies tried mightily to find a way out of the gate, but did react when I shouted. They need the "leader" to be more consistent - with commands and rewards. I try to be a responsible pet owner, but I continue to wear the "needs improvement" label.

On our way home the sunshine pointed out details of our park and our woods that we miss in the dark or just dawning light.

And we visited with a stranger - she is no stranger now. Helen walks and has walked for some time. She remembers many moments in the park. She remembers the bicycle.

We note a few wildflowers - appreciated now that the dramatic show of mustard, bluebonnets and gaillardia have passed...wild petunia, wild morning glory, a few others.

Some of our neighboring yards are ragged, but some are lovely. One in particular (the one with zinnias) almost always has something lovely blooming.

The pups, exhausted, drink water together from my hand. I can tell I am forgiven for yesterday's failures. Now it is time for breakfast and chores...

Five deer, five cats, two dogs...

All day long I listen to the noises of construction outside my office window. A three story building is going up, concrete sidewalks and stairs removed, gardens destroyed, parking lots rebuilt, trees cut down - the droning, clanging, banging and general disturbance outside combines with the racket of the air conditioner spitting out dust in my office. It is a symphony of irritation, the background noise for 11 long hours.

Hence the morning walks.

Yes, I need the exercise. Yes, the dogs need to be out and exploring. But the primary motive for walking is escape, if only for an hour, from machines and distruction to nature...an escape from the noises of man to those of droaning cicadas and creaking crickets; to bird songs and deer snorted warnings. It is an hour's innoculation - dogs joyfully investigating neighborhood smells; dragonflies and butterflies skimming the top of the meadows; and cycles of growth, flowering, seeding and dormancy...

Four of us walked today and were greeted by one doe gracefully leaping across the road in front of us as she exited the near meadow. We continued on to the far meadow where four more does grazed. They startled and headed on to the woods beyond.

The cloud-cover was grey and misty rain fell, just enough for us to wonder if it was rain or not.

It was a cat morning as well. Two greys and a tuxedo met us near the park. A yellow and yet another grey fled our yard as we returned home. Ready for another day.

Everything changes

We have been noticing how many trees have suffered from last year's drought - in the park, in our yard, in our neighborhood.... Some have been killed outright. Some dropped limbs in the storms we had this spring.

Earlier in the week we noted a huge oak in our block had died. It was at the edge of a yard and spread its branches across the entire street providing wonderful shade, a respite on a hot and sweaty walk. Only a few days after we noticed its demise the sawing started. They are almost finished taking it down, cutting it up and hauling it away.

A little old lady used to live in that house, although she has been gone for some years now. I remember noticing the thick cover of leaves on the grass one year. My sweet boy and I raked, knowing the lady was alone in the house. We gathered  them all up and hauled them away for compost. We had a few blisters and a sense of accomplishment, as well as a new friend.

The new neighbors visited as I gathered these images to share with the children. They are heartbroken (as are we) and plan to plant another tree to cover the nakedness of the house.

So our neighbor is gone, but we have another. The old tree is gone, but a new tree will grow.

And we will remember.

A few loads of limbs and trunk were hauled away earlier today.

The neighbor's zinnias

The zinnias smile as we walk by.

What's that - that noise in the woods?

The clouds threw a grey blanket across the sky keeping the darkness close a little longer.

We arrived in the park to discover Sissy and Dewayne walking the labs. But we had plans to capture images of the deer crossing (or wallow, depending on your perspective)....

We are sure they must cross here - in numbers....

And we wanted to catch the start of the wild honeysuckle...

But then we heard such a racket in the woods. The creek runs through the park and into the woods where it continues parallel to the dirt road for some distance. We were all startled, but then realized it must be the herd, headed for the few remaining pools of water.

But no deer showed themselves this morning. And we wandered back home with only one witness - a cat, grey as the clouds, watching us from the field as we passed.

Deer in the woods

Paddy and Scruffy humored me today as I tried a dual leash today. But we scarcely noticed the walk to the park as we hurried along. Once we arrived we glanced about to see who was there and whether we had time to venture down the dirt road.

The pink sky colored the wispy clouds. It was still a bit cooler in the park. And I wondered if there was any chance for deer today.

The pups investigated a spot along the road where the grass is beated down. I suspect it is a place the deer cross from the woods to the road and on to the meadows. I cannot imagine what else could cause that much disarray in the weeds. Even a bunch of kids would not cause that kind of flattening of foliage.

We headed down the road to check a few stray wafer ash saplings on the way to the far meadow and, looking up, spied a buck at the end of the road. He stood - majestic and motionless - watching us as we closed in on the opening to the field. Then he called a warning and disappeared in the woods.

No other deer were in the meadow when we arrived. Forewarned, they moved faster than we did and must have headed beyond the meadow towards the wooded area bordering the old golf course.

Pleased at our short, but fruitful hunt, we headed back down the road towards the rest of our day.

We had moved maybe fifty feet down the road we were surprised by a loud snorted warning on our right. More deer were hidden in the woods, invisible to us, but close enough to startle us with that cautionary signal.

The wild honesuckle with its tiny, delicate flower has suddenly appeared blooming along the road.

How much would we miss if we did not venture forth every day, if we did not watch for those small changes around us?

It is wonder. It is delight.

Almost a perfect Sunday morning

Another early Sunday morning trip down to Hander Park. We are almost the only ones stirring today.

Then Sissy and DeWayne drive by, waiving. We know they will be at work by the time we get to the park. And they are..."quack" and throw; release, whistle and retrieve. Off leash, the teenage labs follow orders and stare at my ruffians, but do not deviate from their directed activity.

Paddy and Scruff  are fascinated. We stop and watch, but I doubt my two are picking up behavior tips.

They have twisted their leashes into one long red and pink braid. My hand is firmly in place (wrapped up) and, while squeezed, not pained. I decide to leave it alone and adjust only when necessary. We cannot run the risk of a loose dog in the park...at least not one of our dogs.

The first meadow seems suddenly all drying grass. The last of the riot of wildflowers are hidden beneath and a few horse mint force their way out and scent the area. The lack of a morning breeze allows the scent to linger, but will make the walk all too warm all too quickly.

We hug the edge of the woods on our return, dogs sniffing, walker looking for those plants that have so captivated this spring and summer - those plants we will try to propagate in our lazy/casual way (our side yard is full of such experiments).

Wafer Ash (Ptelea Trifoliata)

The wafer ash trees are just out of reach. They will need to be marked soon...and I have a plan to do so without exposure to too many of the dangers of the woods.

(Clematis pitcheri) Purple Leatherflower

Then we noted the clematis are still blooming...they continue to surprise, these purple blooms. Just when I think they have finished, I discover another group of buds and blooms and the crazy mad green things left when the petals dry and fall away.

(Insanus insanum viridia)

The climb back home - one steep hill, one gradual incline - provides those sights and sounds that make this walk such a pleasure most days. A bed of zinnias reminds me of Dad on this fathers' day. He always planted them and Mom would cut them to decorate our table - bright orange and red and pink and yellow. A cicada startles the pups as it buzzes its objection to being disturbed and zips off into the grass. And, just before we can see our house, we hear a woodpecker on our left and the cooing of the white wings on our right.

It is almost the perfect Sunday morning walk.

Water dogs or "Let's scare the ducks!"

We headed to the park on the creek today - thinking the dogs would enjoy a frolic in the water. They enjoyed it - wandered around, drank the water, found dead fish, shook water all over each other (it is rather counter productive for one to shake dry all over the other...just starts an endless loop of shaking dry and getting the other wet...).

Then, having decided to walk the length of the pedestrian way along the creek, we realized that you can never tell who is going to behave or misbehave (kids or dogs). Scruffy just enjoyed being out. Paddy, the true retriever, was here for the ducks. She showed her true strength at one point almost pulling me off a ledge and into the creek after a particularly ugly quacker. Had it not been for quick thinking by DH I suspect I would not be taking walks for a while. I guess DH decided he didn't want to raise these dogs alone...

Initially the walk was cool along the creek banks in the shade of ancient native pecan trees. It warmed up as we reached the "town" section with more concrete to retain the heat of the previous day. And as the sun rose higher we were ready to head home.

The park cats sat watch. They are two greys...and made me think of those we saw just days ago on our other route.

We heard, but did not see a woodpecker and the swallows were gliding under the bridge structures sheltering their nests.

We met a few people on the trail: two volunteers on a golf cart, three walkers, one jogger, one lady with two dogs (one suspiciously more squirrel-like than dog), and one of the town father twins. We did not know which he was as they are identical.

One is "ours" as his grandchildren were in elementary with and friends of our children - and he attended our church. The other went to a neighboring church and I know less about him. I have confused them before (actually, before I knew they were twins. "You must think I am my brother.") He asked the "pedigree" of the pups and we laughed describing our rescues' backgrounds. I usually just say, "They are good dogs."

Scruff jumped into the car first, gently establishing his alpha-ness. But after these few days, neither seems to really care much about who is first as long as they are part of our family.

 Water dogs...

 

"DUCK!"

Park cats

"Let's go home."

Hairy or downy?

Split up the pack today. Scruffy has injured his paw somehow and so turned back with DH. Padimus and I walked a little further.

A bit less distracted, we enjoyed the relative quiet of the early morning. Then we saw a flash of red to our right. A woodpecker was flitting around the tops of the utility poles, looking for breakfast. I realized it was the first time I have identified a woodpecker before hearing the "peck."

OK. I will admit that I do not know if it was a "hairy" or "downy" woodpecker - it was whichever is larger...I think "hairy."

We stopped and watched to see if he would find anything, but he continued on his way. We continued on our way as well - home to our breakfast.



NOTE: After looking at photos I am stumped. This woodpecker had more red than either bird mentioned above. I am going to stick with wildflower identification and leave the birding to others. I can tell a cardinal from a bluejay, but may never be able to distinguish many others.

Ice Cream!!!

Today we hunt the exotic ice cream stand...

No sharing...

But no fighting...

How do I get this off my nose?

"Hey, toots. Watch this."

Ah, the joys of pets.

Went home for lunch today to check on Scrufimus. He and Paddy roamed the yard, begged for treats, sat when directed (Paddy knows this drill from old, but Scruff just learned to "sit" and is somewhat inconsistent) and splashed a bit in their water (I will have to video Scruff drinking. I have never seen anything like it. He digs in the water and gets most of his body wet.).

I thought I would leave them to explore for a few minutes "on their own" and walked just far enough away to watch the gate by the drive.

It didn't take too long for our smart boy to realize a bump of the nose would effect an escape. I can imagine him looking at Paddy and saying, "Hey, toots. Watch this!" as he moved the latch and scooted through the now open gate. Of course she followed.

 Paddy Finn

We have grown complacent with our sweet Paddy, bred for her color (and not for her brains-bless her heart). Scruffy was not the beneficiary of any such genetic manipulation...he has all the smarts of whatever breeds he is...and he will bear close watching...

First hunt

Padimus, Scrufimus and I headed to the park on our first solo walk just as the sky began to brighten. We wanted an early start as who knew how long this might take. Well, it was a fast walk, the dogs paced each other. They jockeyed a bit for lead, but with leashes the same length it was only "by a nose." It is not yet clear who is alpha among the four-leggers, but I intend to the boss.

Yes, I am the boss of them... really.

We met one other dog walker with a German shepherd on our easterly jaunt. Shepherds always make me nervous (my only dog bite was from a shepherd) so we crossed the road and gave him the sidewalk. No one barked or fretted. All was well.

Running man caught up with us in the park and we exchanged a bit of explanation ("You have another dog.") and learned more about our park community. He also has two dogs and is caring for another. His wife is the primary walker in their house too. "She does a good job," he said..

No other other humans were present and no other dogs.

The pack hunted the herd, but there were no deer today in the first meadow. Both dogs turned for home effortlessly...another good sign.


Two grey cats lounged in the yard at the top of the steep hill. They casually watched our progress and neither dog paid them any mind. And we achieved our goal - home safely - in record time.


Scruff seems a smart dog and willing to adjust to us, our routines, our yard, our neighborhood rhythms.

Beware the pack!

After all the excitement of the afternoon one would think we would give it a rest - especially as our new friend had FINALLY stopped barking. But there was an argument to be made that the pack needed an outing to cement the new  relationships.

So, off we went to North Belton. It is a short, but intense walk - requires crossing Main Street at an uncontrolled crosswalk and then at a light. And there are times crossing at the x-walk is simply impossible.

It became clear immediately that Scruffy has not walked on a leash regularly. It was also fairly obvious that he was humoring us at the vet - he has a strong pull...VERY strong pull. We shortened his leash to keep him out of the street and allowed Padimus to be the example of proper walking behavior (She only behaves because of habit and a pinch collar. I am a little ashamed of my failure to train, but there it is.).

The only worrisome moment was when there was a "tripping up" of one handler in the middle of the street. That was soon remedied, but it makes the need for lots of walk training abundantly clear.

We have been back about 45 minutes and Scruff is "intermittently" barking. He has until 9:30 before I bring him into the house and crate. This may mean no late walks if we cannot get some handle on the barking at night.

Our boy will report that Paddy barks at night, but I have never heard her perform like this.

Barking is slowing now. Yeah! Perhaps I am too sensitive. This may be like your kids misbehaving in Walmart or a restaurant. They bother you more than they are bothering others. But then again...

Where are we going?

3/4 of the pack

Sharing a scent.

Scruffy Finn, new member of the pack

I made a promise about the children's last name...so...it is Scruffy Finn.

We prospective new dog parents both took the afternoon off to introduce Paddy and Scruffy slowly according to the many recommendations received in person and via electrons. We are, apparently, creating a pack and so we must act like a pack. We told the pound worker we would need some time and that she didn't have to stay with us. She offered her help if we needed and left us to ourselves.

We walked around and around this small grassy area at the pound. We proceeded slowly - following each other around then sniffing, and sniffing, and sniffing some more. Finally we began walking together, our pack. No one growled, no one even barked. Paddy whimpered a little, but stopped fretting by the time the decision was made.

I walked Scruffy over to the vet next door to the pound and they took us as a walk-in, no questions asked (I like these people). He got his rabies shot and was tested for all the creepy crawlies that plague dogs. He is clear and we got him some meds to keep him clear.

Then we headed to the pet store for a new collar, leash and brush (he really is a mess!) and a few other necessaries. That being taken care of we headed home to get him set up in the yard with Paddy. We are still proceeding slowly. They each have their own spot with water and food bowl and house. He LOVES water. I can see we will need to head to the creek/river/lake soon. He has already knocked over his water once and we may have to figure out a way to secure the tub of water we have for him.

He is barking now (and barking and barking and barking). I hope the neighbors are patient. We will see how this goes - not sure if this is a problem or merely adjustment issues. I imagine he is announcing himself (if it deters any squirrels, I will be happy).

Scruffy did get an initial brushing and a bath. He loved both. Like I said, HE LOVES WATER. I can see this will be a good way to bond with him. Paddy will benefit as well...

We continue to be cautiously optimistic, but I am a believer in "signs" and a non-believer in "coincidence." So, here is the "sign." As we arrived at the door to the vet's office a woman was walking out. She stopped me and asked, "What is his name?" When I said, "Scruff." She responded that she knew it. She knew him. He was owned by her next-door neighbors. She said he was a great dog - a wonderful watch dog. She also said that he originally came from the Carolinas as a puppy.

Perhaps most importantly she said that his name is "Scruffy" not "Scruff." She saw him in the paper when the pound "spotlighted" him and thought to herself, "They have his name wrong."

So, now we have a little more of his background story and we have his name right. The rest of his story is what we, the pack, make it.

Waiting for the vet.