So a sport that busts teams for having a fender a ten-thousandth of an inch off can't bother to check if all the track's lights work for a night race. While they are red flagged, I thought, why not do the picture post I've distracted myself out of about 4 times today...
We start on Monday...
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Where here is a gray squirrel, just to prove we walked.
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Hmmm... on to Wednesday....
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It was hot, and Misty couldn't get in at the landing because we had fishermen everywhere. She waited till the first place on the bank that was clear of weeds, and SPLASH!
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And did NOT want to come out!
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A varmint! The chase is on!
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Goose family reunion at the pond
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Either this tree is a National Guardsman... or maybe I should have looked up?
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Then, Thursday evening...
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"Follow the orange-line road..." (Outline for a cross-country meet)
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I was trying to get the other person and the doggie, too
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Well, the doggie at least
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"But, I smell varmint in this high stuff!"
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Introducing, the White Heron
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Leading us to Friday Morning... Oh, wait, Saturday -Misty had her appointment Friday (doing just fine, lost 2 pounds!)
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2 days after the Super Blue Moon
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Neat to watch the fog rise
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Tiniest Goldfinch I ever saw
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We went on the PFW river walk again
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I may bad mouth them, but they do a good job of replacing damaged old trees with new ones
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Trying to turn dead space into a new garden. Flags must mean, "This is not a weed"
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"May Peace Prevail On Earth" in 11 languages, this is new
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"Hey, let's climb up the big hill!"
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"I'm king of the world, lol!"
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A dip at our "hidden spot"
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Whitey was shining in the morning sun
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Oh, yeah, Mr Blue was there too
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Squadron of geese overflight
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And now, Sunday morning coming down...
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It's Martin Autumn when my orange guys become dominant
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Fog lifted long before we arrived, now floating past
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The one spot of fog, across from the Swamp
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