Thursday I made it out to the farm. Thursday I decided I was going to take my camera and go walk a mile. I can easily walk a mile without leaving the property since the oilfield activity is heavy around the area it makes sense to take the dogs back to the pasture. Little did I know what fun they would have.
We haven't been out for a walk in over a month now. I think the dogs had forgotten how much fun they have. I love the innocence of dogs. I love their pure, unadulterated love in their eyes when they get to go out and enjoy themselves. I love that they can play and enjoy each other. I love their eyes shining as they madly chase after some small critter who is hiding in the grasses.
This is Jack, he's my sister's big mutt of a dog and I adore him. He can put his paws on my shoulder when he jumps up on me. Jack had the best day ever on Thursday.
Lassie was running through the pasture. But the excitement was about to begin. I love the time I spend by myself and the ability to think about nothing or everything. The time to clear my head. I love watching the seasons change and the smell of the air.
I've been running with the dogs since 2008. This is the first time they've ever caught anything! I was glad when they emerged from the grass with an armadillo in mouth and not a skunk!
Jack had it and Ozzie wanted it. Ozzie is a little guy though so no bounty for him. The armadillo was still alive; I am pretty sure they didn't kill it and it got away but he wouldn't let me near him. These photos were shot with the telephoto lens.
The dogs were quite pleased, I don't believe the armadillo shared their sentiments. They regularly chase after Armadillos
Ozzie is on the chase. Ozzie is currently curled up on his blanket in my room. It's cold out again. It's March it doesn't feel like it's time for Daylight Savings Time yet. What a long, dreary winter we have had.
It's hard being the little guy. I can't believe we've had Ozzie for nearly five years now. He joined our family the summer of 2009.
Size does matter; as Jack jaunts away with his prize. Which he dropped and it ran away, probably a little sore and bruised.
I did notice some very large wild turkey prints out in the field! So in May this will be four years of this blog. This blog that has seen me through some emotional heartache and graduate school. This blog that has seen my photography skills grow. It has given me the visual ability to document my life and sometimes looking back it all seems the same.
We made it to the back 40 and they found their second armadillo! It is March now and there is a hint of green beneath the dead grasses.
This one got away... but they were still having a good time.
Can you see him hiding? Barely right? Nature is great. You should spend time in it.
Sometimes I spend too much time thinking or arguing about politics or worldly issues. This is what I love to do. I love to walk out in the country, shoot some photos or run. I love that I have a place that is untouched that I can come spend my time in. No one is here, just me.
And you can see this little guy, I spotted him before the dogs did. It must be Armadillo mating season!
The chase is on again! They didn't catch this one. It was time to go home. I don't feel like standing on a soapbox lecturing you. Sometimes I just feel like being outside. I have missed this.