Relative Something

The other day, Cyndie was taking Asher for a walk, and they ended up having a corny adventure. There was a corn cob lying in the middle of the trail, and Asher trotted right for it, instantly snatching it in his teeth.

It is not uncommon for scavenging critters to rob the farmers of the occasional ear of field corn and then drop it somewhere on our property. I have seen Asher completely ignore them many times. I don’t know what made this one special.

He clenched that cob in his teeth for the rest of the North Loop trail.

He held onto it up and over the first hill of the driveway.

It was still in his jaws as they passed the hay shed and headed up toward the shop garage.

When they reached what he decided was the perfect spot, he stopped to dig a hole.

Then he dropped the cob in and pushed the loose dirt back on top to bury it.

I’m not sure it’s the best time to plant corn, but if a stalk sprouts from the ground in that location anytime in the future, I will be duly impressed with his technique.

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