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Delilah went on a great adventure yesterday, while Cyndie and her mom were shopping for flowers and groceries. We went off-trail into the woods where I let her, for the most part, follow her nose in an exploration of the developing growth. I would say the trees are about a week behind the way it looks at home, but the ferns in the woods here are definitely more advanced.

Delilah disappeared among them.

Down by the lagoon, I caught sight of the prehistoric-looking snapping turtle that has been around here forever. Poor Cyndie has yet to see it for more than a brief head sighting when it popped out of the water once, or in an underwater video her nephew, Trygve, captured last year. She’s jealous.

My camera was deep in my pocket when I noticed the old beast moving beneath the surface. When it rose up to take a breath, I scrambled to get the camera out in time and barely caught this view as it was on the way back under. I was fascinated to see it glide back down and slide beneath the matt of dead leaves on the bottom just as smoothly as if it was driving into a garage to park.

Out of sight, again.

The eagle was probably watching me the whole time. When we got around to the other side of that big pine tree, I had a clear view of him or her perched above the nest. We have seen both lingering in what we assume is the early stage of egg-sitting. I’m pretty sure there is some broodiness happening.

The geese are well beyond the egg-sitting phase. Delilah’s and my presence in their proximity forced five new families to migrate out from the shore to a distance away from her jaws that the adults felt more comfortable with. I don’t think they noticed I had her on a leash.

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I think Delilah is showing a fondness for visiting the lake, but she is spoiled this weekend because she is the only dog here. Things change dramatically when all the families are up, the majority of which don’t need to keep their pups leashed. Our girl isn’t socialized to a degree we would trust her to behave nicely with others.

She hasn’t always tested so well on the few occasions we’ve had the opportunity to try.

Delilah is staunchly protective of Cyndie and makes for a bold explorer in the woods. Luckily, under control of the leash, there was no interaction with the “squirrel” Cyndie said they saw on one of their walks. She described it as black in color, but it had a little white on it, too, and it kind of waddled away.

Something smells suspicious to me about her identification there.

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Written by johnwhays

June 2, 2019 at 8:20 am

Posted in Chronicle

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  1. Sounds like a grand adventure.

    Jim Parker

    June 2, 2019 at 9:13 am

    • It was! I expect, one you would have enjoyed, as well. Thanks, Jim!

      johnwhays

      June 2, 2019 at 9:56 pm


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