A LONG walk.
He is convinced, poor deluded fella, that there simply must be a few kernels of corn left for him way out there in the field. But alas the harvesters nowadays leave nothing at all behind. And after the tiller has been through it is all mud in this wet misty weather.
Tane (as usual) did not respond to my calls so the dogs and I slogged our way through the mud right out into the middle of the field to retrieve him. Finally he gave me that “Oh? Were you calling me? I wondered what all the noise was about.” – look. He turned like a little tug boat battling the tide and began to churn his way back with us, the dogs and I turned as well and we proceeded, our feet turning from soup bowls to dinner plates of mud. And so we made our way back to the barn.
He always gets a bit puffed after these long hikes but is terribly pleased with himself none the less.
Tima never goes that far, preferring to graze the lawns.
Joey has come to visit. The big birds love Joey, the turkeys especially follow him around all day. He is long suffering as any small dog being shadowed by big turkeys would be.
I hope you have a lovely day.