Dog walk journal: birds and beasts

I walk the same two paths from my driveway almost every day, either west to the river or east toward the sun. Every day brings something new. I haven’t had time to update for a while, so I’m catching up on sharing the wonders of my morning walks.

The egg fell from the nest. So small! About the size of my thumbnail.

The vulture flashed by as I was admiring the light on the weeds.

The vultures migrate south in the winter, so seeing them means warm weather.

Everyone looks for nesting sites.

Ms. Snapper’s journey from the river to lay her eggs was successful. Late May/early June is time to play Scout and help the ladies cross the roads.

Having a Baldie swoop down is a bit unnerving.

The eagle had been lunching on a coyote that may have been hit by a car the prior winter and landed in the ditch.

I found these remains on the road after the eagle buzzed me.

This box turtle didn’t make the crossing. Zeke found her in the tall grass.

I’m continually amazed at how many creatures show up for our walks and are unfazed by Zeke.

This Sand Hill Crane danced across the road several times, serenading us all the way, before wandering off into the woods.

I’m just as happy I saw Mr. Bear before he saw us. I decided West was a better direction this particular day.

Even bright red, the deer next to the tree in the lower left quadrant is hard to spot. Zeke didn’t notice her until she bounded up the hill.

I’m in the midst of writing an appellate brief, which makes my dog walking time even more precious.

Sharing the walk is the best part.