Beck and I...and Gil...took a long walk way back in the fields. We met the boss coming out to ted some of the last of the hay. It is kind of sparse but it bales up nice and makes fine feed. (I liked finding out that the word, "ted" comes from the Old Norse and is related to dung.....unless it is Middle English of course.)
The boss offered Gil a little drink as he was hot from being so furry and out in the sun. He cheerfully declined and waited for his bucket down at the barn.
He was a very good boy and much enjoyed our little hike.
Not too many interesting birds around. We keep seeing warblers and they keep all being Common Yellowthroats.
|The fields are all dressed up with no place to go|