Let me start off by saying thank you to Samantha for a nice blog award. Sammie is such a pretty gal, and a smart one, too - she's just started competing in Formal Obedience with great success! Her parents don't have a bad choice in name, either. ;)
Just beyond these evergreens stands a small playground. We usually don't walk this way that reason, but, today, Marge was able to get past it. She stopped to sniff by the trees, then got a little nervous because she heard the sounds of a few children playing, but was able to continue on rather than try to run home. The treats in my pocket certainly helped.
Marge, though she hadn't been there probably in months, took to the sand like she was there yesterday. She quickly found a piece of driftwood and sniffed to her heart's content.
As we walked, we saw these birds wading a few feet from shore. I've seen them in the field by my house, too, certain months out of the year. Any ideas what they might be? They're about the size of ducks, but differently colored, and they honk more like geese.
She was a little bit bugged by something on the way back, as evidenced by her tongue-flicks as I asked for her to come, and her slower speed while recalling. However, whatever it was didn't linger with her, as she flew up to the trees on the border of the field in hot pursuit of the squirrel she saw climbing a tree. (She quickly discovered his ill-fated partner lying a few feet away, probably the unfortunate victim of a car).
P.S. - I did return home to the news that my father has been taken to the hospital by my mother due to a kidney stone attack. I saw his car parked when I arrived home and figured he had simply gone up into bed for a nap, but, apparently not. Though this is a recurring problem with him (he is stubborn about his diet sometimes!) I ask that you please shoot a good thought his way.