Here he's fresh outta bed and getting back into character.
(Side note: there are a number of local trails that prohibit dogs. I have no idea what those trails look like.)
Morning hikes are pretty special. Partly because there's a heightened sense of awareness, no doubt brought on by the fact that I'm burning daylight when I should be building wheels. This is actually a good thing. Lolling about with no sense of urgency can cause one to lose perspective on what's really important.
But they're also special because as the day begins to warm the thermal activity increases. And as that happens, the ravens get frisky and head out to play.
As he matures, Fang seems to like to spend more and more time sitting on high points, looking down on frolicking ravens.
Me too.
Cheers,
MC
