It was overcast and chilly here today. The temps didn't venture out of the 50s all day. The storm day Monday made our week wonky again. Jilda had to go in early this morning and then again this afternoon.
We decided before lunch to walk. Stepping outside, I realized a short-sleeve tee Shirt wasn't going to get it, so I went back inside and dug through the plastic storage tub where I store my sweats shirts and pants. I pulled out my favorite sweatshirt. I bought it over twenty years ago when we were in San Francisco.
The sweat shirt felt like an old friend as I pulled it over my shoulders and shook it on. This is dog weather. They could relentlessly chase deer and rabbits without getting so hot they step on their tongues.
This afternoon when Jilda headed back to work, I decided to get the rest of my steps. After a few laps through the new walking trail, I circled the Barn to head to the house for water. At the edge of the barn, I saw an old friend. It's a chicken Snake almost five feet long. He'd been in the barn but was headed for the old truck which is parked a few yards away.
I think he was about to shed his skin for the last time because his eyes were blue. Normally the snake's eyes are black and see everything around them. I think this snake heard me, but I don't think he saw me.
I moved in close to snap a picture. The advice I gave him was to get in that old truck fast before Ol' Hook came back from the chase. The dog is not a fan of critters.
We decided before lunch to walk. Stepping outside, I realized a short-sleeve tee Shirt wasn't going to get it, so I went back inside and dug through the plastic storage tub where I store my sweats shirts and pants. I pulled out my favorite sweatshirt. I bought it over twenty years ago when we were in San Francisco.
The sweat shirt felt like an old friend as I pulled it over my shoulders and shook it on. This is dog weather. They could relentlessly chase deer and rabbits without getting so hot they step on their tongues.
This afternoon when Jilda headed back to work, I decided to get the rest of my steps. After a few laps through the new walking trail, I circled the Barn to head to the house for water. At the edge of the barn, I saw an old friend. It's a chicken Snake almost five feet long. He'd been in the barn but was headed for the old truck which is parked a few yards away.
I think he was about to shed his skin for the last time because his eyes were blue. Normally the snake's eyes are black and see everything around them. I think this snake heard me, but I don't think he saw me.
I moved in close to snap a picture. The advice I gave him was to get in that old truck fast before Ol' Hook came back from the chase. The dog is not a fan of critters.
