Whistling up the dogs, I head toward the barn, gathering hay strings as I go...two large wrapped bundles, I stash them to pick up on my way back and continue on my leisurely walk.
Arriving at my destination, a blocked culvert, I survey the problem. A log has floated against the entrance, trapped debris, causing the heavy rains to go over the culvert, dropping rocks in its passage.
I hear the tractor coming, after I am finished.
Knot hears it, too.
No treats today but they all got a good scratching.
Their coats are shedding so time to find that curry comb.
Impeccable timing on hubby's part,
I am headed back to the house.
Charme stops for her scratching and the hair flies,
a good sign that spring is really here.
My little darlings settle down to graze,
and I back track, picking up my string,
heading to the house for a drink.
What happened to my leisurely walk?