Another Country Pathway . . . . . .
. . . . . . which I have enjoyed wandering along on many occasions, and hope to continue to do so for some time yet . . . . This is the little country lane that our cottage is on in the deep woods where the deer and the bears roam . . . . and many other forest creatures as well, but no antelope . . . sorry . . . :-)
When we walk through the lane or the woods Dream always has a sharp eye out for woodland creatures, and especially those noisy squirrels. See her eye in this picture. She had spotted one in the treetops. There was one rather uppity squirrel who even gathered up enough courage to throw pinecones at her as she sniffed under his tree. This particular picture was taken a couple of years ago. Never fear though, I have many stored and the digital camera is always handy with which to take more.
If I remember correctly, all three of these pictures were taken in 2003.
Now, this photo to the right is of Dream actually squirrel hunting. Squirrel hunting in the 'lap of luxury' you might say. :-) She is inside, laying on the top of the back of the couch (Basenjis are very catlike and want to be up high on any furniture that they are allowed on), which is in front of the big picture window in the cottage, the woodstove is throwing out a lovely warmth, but just to make sure Dream doesn't get chilled I have wrapped an afghan around the little darling. I had placed the one antler, that a buck had dropped under a maple tree near the cottage, on top of some of the firewood on the front verhandah as bait for any squirrels happening by. She had TV to watch from this direction too . . . . and if her tummy grumbled I was nearby with her food dish. I must confess to having spoiled her . . . . perhaps just a bit . . . . :-)
2 Comments:
sounds like our place in many ways, only we have a big black cat who is our companion ... we had 2 black cats (i don't know why they were both black???), but we had to put kitty down, over a year ago ... so our feisty male is our spoilt only child now ...
Hehehe . . . I know what you mean there Saija. Our last cat, before Sylvester that is, was a black boy named George. George was my baby and so very pretty. Must find a picture of him to put up. George came when I called him by name . . . just like a dog . . . well, most any dog other than a Basenji . . . Basenjis 'usually' just ignore you . . . like a cat. Someday I'll have to tell the story of George Dump and how he came to live with us. :-)
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