I'd love to have the nose of a dog in all except a few putrid circumstances. Yesterday, a young buck walked across a trail behind our house.
We're still waiting for the pathology report on one of her paw bones that may tell us how much function K will retain in her front limb. Why do these reports take eons to complete? My adrenal glands have burned out with all the waiting.
I had some bike time with R prior to taking K to the vet. We headed straight to the top of our world. R leaned into the howling wind like a ski jumper soaring over his skis.
Houndstooth asked whether there are some snow conditions that I like better for winter mountain biking than others. Whew - don't get me started! I love very cold packed snow that has never melted and refrozen. I hate slush, and I hate when there's a layer of ice below the snow - like right now. That's how I fell the other day, jamming my wrist into a rock garden. I couldn't see the ice below the snow so I was taken completely by surprise when my tires slid sideways throwing me to the ground. Until we get a thick layer of new snow, I've abandoned my snow bike with the super-wide non-studded tires. I'm riding my relatively skinny-tired bike with 300 studs per tire. Those studs keep me upright even on sheer ice.
As I write this post, I'm sitting by a roaring fire with the pups snoozing at my feet. Outside the windows, the wind is howling and frequent flashes of light explode toward our windows. Those flashes mean that we have animals outside being photographed by my wildlife cameras. I wonder if the alien coyote with green laser beams emanating from his eyes is outside now?