One cold winter’s day, down by the pond …
Not far from the hammock …
Two labs were making their way through the snow …
When one stopped for a snack …
And although Charlie eventually ran some circles round Miles, Miles still had the last word …
The yard, pond, seasons, animals …
Boris on the dock, and another beautiful summer evening begins. Birds swooping low over the pond … hunting the bugs that come out at twilight, when the air is so still.
Boris, our big black cat (he’s such a boss) is fascinated by the reflections of the birds on the water’s surface. As they swoop back and forth over the pond. Eating as they go.
And the hunt never stops.