Lucy, on a recent morning when we had time to enjoy each others’ company.
The dogs and I played outside. Lucy had her ball. Then we went inside; she did not have her ball.
Later, after dark, I let the dogs out for their last pee break. Before that I put them into a sit stay. Lucy looked up at the top of the clothes washer where we keep dog toys. She was looking for her ball. I said no it’s not up there it’s outside.
I said ‘Find your ball!’ Then I let her out, repeating ‘Find your ball!’ And less than two minutes later she brought it back.
What a smart girl.
Even after so many years of witnessing this, it still seems odd to watch a large ship head upriver.
This looks grainy, or out of focus. The focus is on the snowflakes in the foreground; a snow shower was ongoing and caught against a bright background.
Chickadees are such amusing little sprites. I had not seen them at my feeders for years, and am very pleased that a pair has seen fit to visit.
It was a pleasure to welcome a new day.
It is good to be alive.
Tangles of twigs, set against a striking sunset.
Today was the first day I have seen an Evening Grosbeak. In addition to these two at one of my sunflower feeders and a House Finch that tried to move in, nine more Grosbeaks foraged elsewhere.
Thanks to Van Morrison for inspiring me.
A chickadee flits away from the feeder.