We set off mid afternoon. Hot sun (yay!), cool dogs. Up the trail that follows Strawberry creek at the back of our property. 150 acres of easement, all ours! Moose hoof prints first, then the Gopher Snake! Zorro discovered it, approached it. All we saw was a shaking tail, curled body. With the constant visit of rattlesnakes, we yelled for him to get back. He did. Approached through the lense of the camera and discerned it was a Gopher. Korte Wamsley was okay with that. All I could think of was, "They eat rattlers, so where is his food source?" Time to take a different trail!
More moose prints. Raging water. Strawberry is huge and swollen this time of year, especially with the rain we've had. Cougar scat, and the smell of something dead. Didn't venture off the trail to find out what, then heard Korte Wamsley call out, "Honey!" I was dawdling, checking out the amazing wild flower display. As I came around the corner, there bounded a tiny fawn. It had lain on the side of the trail, curled up, hoping to be invisible. Korte says Zorro walked by twice without ever seeing it! Now I shall worry all night about it's mother. Where was she? Is she the "dead smell"? I shall get up early tomorrow and search again. Jehovah willing, Mom is okay. Bob Cat scat. Busy animal kingdom up here!
