It's one of those iconic rural stories, skating on the pond.
Now, my skates are really rusty, but I thought I'd try it. I spotted the turkeys in the back yard, and thought it would be good to get outdoors.
What the heck. Thing is, the flat frog pond wasn't so flat after a night of cold, cold temperatures. There are lots of deer tracks in the forest, and a wolf ambled by, too.
|Not much blood, a few drops|
- dunno where from.
The dratted turkeys had been walking across the pond. The deer, as well.
I pulled on my old skates and tried to skate. My feet hurt, but the cold, fresh air was bracing. It was terrible skating, though. Very bumpy.
Daisy is such a great moral support! Buster was sleeping. She thought she'd take a walk on the wild side!
|She checked the perimeter of the pond for me!|
|The pond seems frozen over!|
A critter breathing hole?!
|I should have gotten a soaker,|
but I was quick!
|Time to go, Daisy. My feet hurt!|
She lags behind (bottom, center), eager to explore.
She's a weird little girl! Follows me like a dog.
|She hunkers down in my tracks,|
then runs on ahead!
It's all a game.
|Up there, Mummy?|
|She's a cutie!|
Our World Tuesday