I spotted a gorgeous combination of a Paintbrush and a Golden Banner. K took up her post, guarding my back, while I photographed it.
I am so grateful that she can run despite the loss of a weight-bearing toe. I'm trying to be mindful of "moderation" in her running. We alternate shorter and longer days to give her rests. She seems to love it as much as I do! The look in her eyes radiates happiness. Do you see the sparkle and amazing life in her?
My vet keeps warning me that K's running days may be numbered because dogs who have weight-bearing toes amputated usually cannot run very much. I repeated the vet's words to a fellow mountain biker who replied with "Well, your doctors have said that your fused spine shouldn't be able to tolerate mountain biking so you and K are two of a kind!". Good point.
After I dropped K off at home, I started my ride on a familiar trail. Every single day for the past week, this Flicker's head has protruded from his nest hole when I pass. I try very hard not to stop and watch him on most days because I don't want to disturb him. I couldn't resist today.
On those hillsides, I'm still seeing a few fresh elk tracks but the majority of the herd has migrated higher into the mountains following the snowline. The deer seem positively blissful browsing on the newly green grass and shrubs. They ignore me as I ride by. I love their velvet antler stubs.