One of the fun things about the trail camera is that it never sleeps.
Monday, October 12, 2020
Saturday, September 26, 2020
This is from the trail cam. She looks like she's posing like a show dog.
You gotta be quite a ham to pose even when you don't know the camera is there.
Here she knows about the camera. Yep. She's a ham.
She's six months old now with all grown-up teeth. That Nylabone is taking a beating.
Here she is patrolling the grounds.
Sunday, August 9, 2020
Camera looking up.
Bird of prey heading up. (It's hard to see but there are several deer in the background.)
We hear coyotes all the time. Is this the one who's been leaving poop on the trail?
Young Bloodhound ponders a scent.
The finial on this flagpole has been broken since we moved here. This Blue Jay makes a cool living finial!
Monday, July 27, 2020
This a fork in the trail.
Here we have a doe minding her own business.
Now she's running with another doe. From what- we don't know.
Later, another doe and her fawn pass through.
The cute factor on that fawn is pretty high.
Wednesday, July 22, 2020
It's not always a smooth nor peaceful transition.
I've had it up to here with that brat. She is too damned friendly.
She jumps on me and slobbers.
We don't like her.
You monsters might recall how Lois suffered.
We weren't that bad.
Besides, Lois was a saint.
Lois's sainthood is not the issue. We are talking about the Hazel problem.
I've been growling and stuff. She's not afraid of me! Why is nobody afraid of me?!
Let us ask ourselves.
What Would Lois Do?
Friday, July 17, 2020
A catbird hangs out in this cool sort of grapevine cave.
Here's what it looks like through the "entrance", that is, the opening that can be seen from the trail.
The inside is fairly small- three or four feet in diameter.
You can see the wall of the grapevine cave on one side
On the other side the wall is covered by a wild rose hedge. (I wish I'd taken this picture a month ago. It was full of white flowers.)
Friday, July 10, 2020
Friday, July 3, 2020
There is a peaceful moment when puppy Hazel is not tormenting the older dogs.
Clover notices some activity outside the inner perimeter. She comments to Lily, "there's a couple deer by the apple tree."
Lily responds by barking at them.
Clover regrets her rash remark. Peace is lost.
"Um," Hazel asks. "What's the protocol here?"